queefdollaz:

queefdollaz:

queefdollaz:

when u readin them old texts n u get #emotional #hurt #chessfeelinheavy #damshawty

SIKE!!!!!!

WE GETTIN MONEY OVA HEA!!!!

same,

James marsters is too hot :(

fr spike when he’s killing tht slayer in the subway can get it im powerless

I’m looking for this guy. Bleach blonde hair, leather jacket, British accent. Kinda sallow, but in a hot way?

frustrated,
damn son..

damn son..

frankushington:

me at the bar: how about those neutral milk hotel fellas? lol! potata heads and everything m8

sailor mercury is so cute like ayy

Jonas Brothers // Burnin' Up

snoopdopp:

Jonas Brothers || Burnin’ Up

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit, all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.

Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via fleurlungs)

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fantastic

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