He not busy being born is busy dying.
I'm just posting what I like.

A few of my favourite artists are:
Bob Dylan,
La Dispute,
Title Fight,
Trapped Under Ice,
Led Zeppelin,
Stick To Your Guns,
Dead Swans,
Zoo Kid/ King Krule,
Rough Hands.



being vegan is so emotionally draining like i can’t even look at someone drinking a milkshake without wanting to cry this is ridiculous if your ‘food’ makes me emotionally distressed that might be a sign that it’s not good 

dude get over yourself

dude get over yourself [1]

Reblogged from ohlookitsjordan, Posted by all-things-fcked.
  • baby: d-d-d-d
  • dad: daddy?
  • baby: destroy capitalism
  • karl marx: nice
Reblogged from cemeteryinthecloset, Posted by living-debris.


You are the leaves at my feet, 
you are the hum of electric heat. 
I keep myself away,
but I’m starting to like the pain.

Played — 66,335 times
Trackname — Hum
Artist — Tigers Jaw
Album — Hum


yall chattin some feminist shit then reblogging leaked nudes the second you see them 

Reblogged from abloodyreminder, Posted by spookymrsboo.

The Ourang Medan
According to widely circulated reports, in June of 1947 — or, according to alternate accounts, February of 1948 — multiple ships traversing the trade routes of the straits of Malacca, which is located between the sun drenched shores of Sumatra and Malaysia, claimed to have picked up a series of SOS distress signals. The unknown ship’s message was as simple as it was disturbing: “All officers including captain are dead, lying in chartroom and bridge. Possibly whole crew dead.”  This communication was followed by a burst of indecipherable Morse code, then a final, grim message: “I die.” This cryptic proclamation was followed by tomb-like silence. A conscripted American merchant ship called the Silver Star was closest to the presumed location of the Ourang Medan. Noting the terrified urgency in the message that came over the airwaves, the Captain and crew wasted no time in changing their course in an effort to assist the apparently incapacitated ship. As they neared the ill-omened vessel, the crew noticed that there was no sign of life on the deck. The Americans attempted to hail the Dutch crew to no avail. That’s when the Captain decided to assemble a boarding party. As soon as they boarded the Ourang Medan, the men swiftly realized that the distress calls were not an exaggeration. The decks of the vessel were littered with the corpses of the Dutch crew; their eyes wide, their arms grasping at unseen assailants, their faces twisted into revolting visages of agony and horror. Even the ship’s dog was dead; it’s once intimidating snarl frozen into a ghastly grimace. The boarding party found the Captain’s remains on the bridge, while his officers’ cadavers were strewn about the wheelhouse and chartroom. The communications officer was still at his post, as dead as the rest, his fingertips resting on the telegraph. All of the corpses, according to reports, bore the same terrified, wide-eyed expressions as the crew on deck. Below deck, search party members found cadres of corpses in the boiler room. While the search team could see clear evidence that the crew of the Ourang Medan suffered profoundly at the moment of their deaths, they could find no overt evidence of injury or foul play on the swiftly decaying corpses. Nor could they spy any damage to the ship itself. The Captain of the Silver Star decided that they would tether themselves to the Ourang Medan and tow it back to port, but as soon as the crew attached the tow line to the Dutch ship they noticed ominous billows of smoke pouring up from the lower decks, in specific the Number 4 hold. The boarding party scarcely had a chance to cut the towline and make it back to the Silver Star before the Ourang Medan exploded with such tremendous force that it “lifted herself from the water and swiftly sank.” The watery grave that claimed the Ourang Medan effectively removed the freighter from the face of the Earth and forced it directly into the realm of myths and legends. This, of course, has made it one of the most enduring and intriguing maritime mysterious of the modern age.


I am a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait
My time is water down a drain

Everybody’s moving
Everybody’s moving
Everything is moving,
Moving, moving, moving

Please don’t leave me to remain

Played — 10,903 times
Trackname — Waiting Room
Artist — Fugazi
Album — Fugazi


you ever see someone attractive but they’re such a stereotypical type of attractive that it’s actually boring

Reblogged from lastdaysof, Posted by ineedshocktreatment.

Joy Division live at the Effenaar, Eindhoven, 18 Jan. 1980


Homosexuality is unnatural! It says so in this book where snakes talk, people come back from the dead, a guy walks on water, and a virgin has a baby.