If There Was A Way To Run SUPER MEGA AD BLOCKER On This Website I Fucking Would

Absolutely barbaric, meant as the highest order of compliments.

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stop fucking using the word psychotic to describe bad behaviour and violence already god fucking damn it

Jury nullification. Pass it on.

Liminal spaces... interesting

Places where reality is a bit altered:

• any target • churches in texas • abandoned 7/11’s • your bedroom at 5 am • hospitals at midnight • warehouses that smell like dust • lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore • empty parking lots • ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods • rooftops in the early morning • inside a dark cabinet

Great review.

“Fuck #Ice shoutout to my Mexicans , pass this shit”

-  Fabio Ochoa @QuePasaWindow

Just read it.

my favorite THROAM quotes

Alcohol traveling from bottles to veins.

They all secretly despise me, so I despise them back.

I lost my best friend months ago and didn’t even know.

Life isn’t about smiles and forced politeness. Life is raw, it’s meant to leave marks on you.

Now I realise that ‘secret’ is just a word given for uncomfortable truths we don’t want to share in fear of what they say about us.

I can’t lose something I’ve never had. Can’t lose someone I never had.

It’s the flaws that attract our attention. We need the flaws.

He left me, and she left me, and nobody wanted me in the end.

Now there’s a word I love: us.

Anything for you, kid. Anything.

Because everything I feel is amplified with you. - The good is so fucking good, and the bad is… destructive.

Humanity is overrated.

He would not spot me in a crowd because he isn’t looking.

Love isn’t measured by obsession.

Do you ever - ever get fucking sick of your own thoughts?

Family is overrated. Friendship and love too, it’s all overrated. People say it gives life meaning - no, it doesn’t. It gives life baggage.

There are billions of people in the world. We can’t all be special.

Life hurts people.

How much it means to have someone who believes in you when everyone else has stopped.

He’s just another addiction to shake off.

Fuck, I’ll take anything but his tears. That’s the one thing I’ve never been able to stand: if he cries.

My imagination has always been all over the place.

The only people with complete artistic freedom are the ones without a record label.

I realized that I could… fuck up again and again, I could be ugly and hideous inside, but I would never take this world down with me.

The more I speak, the hollower I feel, but I force myself to go on.

It’s fucking cliché, but he’s special. He’s really fucking special.

And the indescribable loss is my home.

Nothing in this world is as selfish as utter selflessness.

We love and we cause pain. We cause pain because we love. It goes hand in hand.

You can’t force yourself to care more about someone than you do, so.

So we don’t even try to love someone else more. And maybe we could, maybe but - His taste, his laugh, his smile.

I’m not as unlucky as I’ve always pretended to be.

Sex is not a guarantee, it’s not a solution. It doesn’t make all the fucked up things go away, it doesn’t fix us. It feels good, and we’re just as broken afterwards.

Home is people. A person.