“But what I wanted to say is this: After the period of melancholy is over you will be stronger than before, you will recover your health, & you will find the scenery round you so beautiful that you will want nothing but paint.”
— Vincent van Gogh (via wordsnquotes)
2:01 pm • 24 April 2014 • 202 notes
Bane - "Ali V. Frazier I"
"Give more, give everything, give blood."
The current generation of hardcore kids seem to lack the appreciation for Bane. They are one of the greatest hardcore bands of all time, but they are calling it quits soon. Do yourself a favor and download their classic records GIVE BLOOD, HOLDING THIS MOMENT, and IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THIS by clicking the names of the record. And when you see them, sing along, mosh, dive just as crazy as you would for the other bands they are touring with. Because this may be the last time you’ll get to see them and you’ll be kicking yourself somewhere down the line when you realize what you were missing all this time.
Reblogging again, just because.
Always gotta reblog Bane.
These are words that I believe in with everything I do. Sitting and hiding won’t make memories.
1:20 pm • 24 April 2014 • 1,005 notes
"Here lies our dreams come true-
Here lies Xs for eyes on me and you”
Want you know, I hope you got all you wanted
Want you to know that I took all I could take
It’s been so hard to see and breathe through
All the smoke left in your wake”
12:52 pm • 24 April 2014 • 16 notes
"And in this city you once knew as hell, is a garden where I enjoy myself."
"O’ your friends say Boston’s beautiful, but they didn’t live here, they didn’t die here in the Hyde Park years. O’ your friends say Boston’s beautiful, but they didn’t live hard, they didn’t die hard when sons dragged out their fathers from bars. O’ your friends say Boston’s beautiful, but they didn’t dream here, they didn’t scream here, when no one hears. O’ your friends say Boston’s beautiful, but they didn’t hide here, they didn’t cry here when boys weren’t allowed to shed their tears."
9:53 am • 24 April 2014 • 724 notes
When there’s a million more miles to roam,
I think of the life left for me back home:
A “paradise” to watch their “greener grass” grow,
and all the time to feel alone.
9:53 am • 24 April 2014 • 1,476 notes
I tried running
I tried hiding
I tried everything but dying
Damn the days we took for granted.
Never again will I let anyone close to me.
12:49 am • 24 April 2014 • 793 notes