The Wanderings of Be-Ling -the Goddess of Grunge-
Aly // 17 // Below Average
because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your
slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this
              bullet inside me
‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth. Don’t you see, it’s like
I’ve swallowed your house keys, and it feels so natural, like the bullet was already there,
              like it’s been waiting inside me the whole time.
Do you want it? Do you want anything I have?
Silken, Richard. “Wishbone.” Crush.  (via ding-ang-bato)

(Source: wordsnquotes)

satanabis:

Brand New  - Degausser
// my edit & photo
(11:35 PM) 28th of July, 2014

ag0524:

Defend late night television.

Black/white films and WWE wrestling will forever have a ticklish place in my gut.


zelour:

that feeling of when you’re in a group of friends
but you’re not really in that group of friends

(Source: zelo)

Done with it all.

"My friends were up in mountains and I was drowning in lakes"
I Saw Water/Tigers Jaw