And I try to just keep moving on, with my broken heart.– Waste of Paint by Bright Eyes (via disarming-stranger)
I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.– Sage Francis (via furples)
Some days I feel like my lizard is the only one who loves me. I am slowly becoming okay with that.
Days like today I just want to vomit all of my organs on to the ground and try to stomp on them repeatedly but I will just end up falling face first in my own blood and guts. Just because I am a fuck like that.
Years of love have been forgot. In the hatred of a minute.– Edgar Allan Poe (via ampliflyahhhh)
Your responsibility as an artist is to experiment.– Squarepusher (via lee)