“After all those years of all kinds of abuse and crashing into trees at eighty miles an hour and jumping off buildings and living through overdoses and liver disease, I feel better now than I did ten years ago. I might have some scar tissue, but that’s all right, I’m still making progress. And when I do think, “Man, a fucking motel room with a couple of thousand dollars’ worth of narcotics would do me right,” I just look over at my dog and remember that Buster’s never seen me high.”
Anthony Kiedis – Scar Tissue (2004)
By Scarilpop.
Christo and Jeanne-Claude
Wrapped Trees, Fondation Beyeler and Berower Park,
Riehen, Switzerland 1997-98
Photo: Wolfgang Volz, ©Christo 199
“i miss clear blue skies and that feeling that everythings going to be okay”
— (via scribble-scribbles)
Pink Floyd- Stay
We stopped checking for monsters under our bed because we realized they were inside us.
By Wavesurf.
“Do I still love you? Of course I still love you. Do I still need you? Maybe, but I’m not so sure. I don’t know if I really need anyone.. So I think I’m going to let go. And I know it’s going to hurt, I’ll still cry myself to sleep every night. But eventually, I won’t cry anymore. Maybe I’ll even find someone else to love and care about as much as I do for you, although I doubt that. I’m not so sure though. Maybe I should wait a little longer.”
— (via poeticheartache)
Čovek se malo igrao sa koricama knjiga i rezultat je fenomenalan.
by Mike Stilkey
via: fecalface
