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Life can be so lonely

nirvanalove:

“I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker whose existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting their embarrassingly pathetic versions of their work. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others’ poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I like to swim. I like to be with my friends. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male.”

- Kurt Cobain, excerpt from his Journals.

(via nirvanalove)

designismymuse:

transparency.

I thought it’d be so cool to start a contracting business for condos, go someplace exotic like Japan and build condo-overpasses over main roads. The best part would be the transparent floor (probably just in rooms like kitchens and living rooms). They even make glass that can change from clear to fogged at the touch of a button. Sweet.

(Source: leilockheart)

greenlantan:

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(Source: nostalgicsail)

I’ve estranged them all. And so strange I’ve become. Days blur into weeks into months. Summer can’t get here soon enough. This world is not for me. And I don’t have the patience or motivation to be a lawyer, so that I could be a politician and change it. In today’s society, with all our advances and technologies, why are there wars? Why is anyone left to be judgmental for any reason. Why can’t anyone and everyone get the help they need. Capitalism and the American dream are fucked. Hollow and cold and empty.

I want to live on the beach with Indians and hunt and sing and dance.

Usually I’m at the top of my game
Or at least I used to be
This is new to me
I can’t explain whatcha do to me

crying my eyes out 
not really but want to

hanging out with an old friend
got drunk and fucked up
pissed off about everything

if hes home right now im gonna be so pised

and of course he is….
So i was hanging out
thinking
and when i look back on my life
all i have is hate

I havent lived a day past 6 

and yet here i am
 HERe I fucking am

now what now fucking what

barred out you know

coca cola and a blue solo cup

chillen like a cat

thats whas up

BaD day bad week and a bad month

fucking fuck fuck you fuck you ill never live again

ive never lived

fuck it you enjoy life

i never liked coca cola that much

but whatever i cant not accept the gesture it was nice

who are you all
do you care as you say
or do you



burn the whole building down
every day
every day
every fucking day 

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