I shall not be torn away from which I cling.
Prying my hands away from reality.
Those music-less freaks will die for lack of souls
And I shall have their lyrics!
Shelter me my saviour
Let me be protected from the acid Rain,
And let me sleep,
While it eats away the filthy wretches that make contact with it.
Cull this rotting society!
Prying my hands away from reality.
Those music-less freaks will die for lack of souls
And I shall have their lyrics!
Shelter me my saviour
Let me be protected from the acid Rain,
And let me sleep,
While it eats away the filthy wretches that make contact with it.
Cull this rotting society!
Because it’s been stuck in my head for days.
(Source: pintofblood)
Argh! going out… then I’ll get back to the Essay.
(Source: pushthemovement)
What if men were photographed the way women typically were?
From the Series “Deep South” by Sally Mann.
Shamwozzling an essay on Sally Mann! ”Mrs. M, Mrs I, Mrs S S I, Mrs S S I, Mrs P P I”
(Source: limousine-eyelash)
