There is a misery of the body and a misery if the mind, and if the stars, whenever we looked at them, poured nectar into our mouths, and the grass became bread, we would still be sad. We live in a system that manufactures sorrow, spilling it out of its mill, the waters of sorrow, ocean, storm, and we drown down, dead, too soon. +
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dom-the-destitute:

"Hey Kid. I’m a Computer. Stop All the Downloading" by Fear Before the March of Flames

You can’t buy love,
You can’t sell feelings,
We were meant to eat each other.

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The Head and the Heart /// Rivers and Roads

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1,651 plays

Nails /// Tyrant

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3,185 plays

flicker-andfade:

separate myself 
separate my soul
break free
separate my soul
there’s a place for me
separate myself
away away away

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1,381 plays

allaloneisallweare:

HARM’S WAY - SCRAMBLED

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cleanbodyfreshstart:

how I always have ripe bananas in the house - gradual ripening & freezing ❀
spotty ripe bananas peeled and ready to freeze | yellow bananas continuing to ripen | green bananas ❀
ripe frozen bananas used for smoothies, banana icecream, raw choc mousse, baking etc

cleanbodyfreshstart:

how I always have ripe bananas in the house - gradual ripening & freezing ❀

spotty ripe bananas peeled and ready to freeze | yellow bananas continuing to ripen | green bananas ❀

ripe frozen bananas used for smoothies, banana icecream, raw choc mousse, baking etc

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6,109 plays

alexofthefield:

Bane- “Calling Hours feat.  Pat Flynn (Have Heart), Walter Delgado (Rotting Out), David Wood (Down to Nothing) and Reba Meyers (Code Orange Kids)

"Don’t grieve for your own end before you have finished it,
I’m only heading to the ground.
I’d rather feel rage than apathy,
You know that it breaks me slowly.
There’s endless promise in this,
This being infinite,
So take the twisted love for it with understanding,
I’m not ready.
This will only leave me losing more,
When I follow it down,
To a place where no one knows what we have done,
Bleed out to feel.”

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chicagobowls:

Converge | Eagles Become Vultures

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