bible-didnt-mention-us:

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f4sterpussycat:

need

acidic-cigarette:

want more grunge?

frails:

I’m no teenage icon, I’m no Frankie Avalon. I’m nobody’s hero.

versteur:

musicprophecy:

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? 
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground. 
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

(via mercurieux)

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