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Alison. Oklahoma. 1987. Terribly nearsighted. Socially retarded.
Amateur/wannabe photographer. Two cats + strays. OCD and Trichotillomania.
LIKE: Hard alcohol, Nos energy drinks, Marlboro Red. Reading, writing, and roleplaying.
Photography. All things horror, macabre, and gory. Collecting lighters. True crime.
LOVE: Sean Patrick Flanery. Norman Reedus. The Boondock Saints. The Walking Dead.
This page is mostly for random pictures, quotes, music I like, and various edits and sigtags I make.
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crossbowsandwalkers:

homosaurus-rex:

It’s actually a good thing that the zombie apocalypse starts in Florida because then the zombies only have one way to go and that’s straight up into trigger happy redneck territory. I give it two weeks before monster trucks and mullets save us.

… God forbid they get to Tennessee.

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veritaaas:

A very professional interview with Norman Reedus.

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Title: Bartholomew Artist: The Silent Comedy 142 plays

The Silent Comedy - Bartholomew

Oh my god
Please help me, knee deep in the river tryin’ to get clean
He says wash your hands, get out the stains
But you best believe, boy, there’s hell to pay
Yeah you best believe, boy, there’s hell to pay, sayin’
Come on

Oh my god
Please help me, waist deep in the river, can you hear my plea?
He says, son, you come like a beggar in the streets
You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth
You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth, sayin’

I rambled with the worst of them
Fell in love with a harlequin
Saw the darkest hearts of men
And I saw myself starin’ back again
And I saw myself starin’ back again

Oh my god
Please help me, neck deep in the river screamin’ for relief
He says, it’s mine to give, but it’s yours to choose
You’re gonna sink or swim, you’re gonna learn the truth
No matter what you do you’re gonna learn the truth sayin’

Ate the bread that once was stone
Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone
Bowed down to get the kings overthrown
And I’m all alone and the fire grows
And I’m all alone and the fire grows

La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

Swing sweet charity
(La la la la la la la la la la la)
Take what’s left of me
(La la la la la la la la la la la)
A new beginning or is this the end?
(La la la la la la la la la la la)
Swing sweet Seraphim
(La la la la la la la la la la la)
Take me back again
(La la la la la la la la la la la)
or watch me make the messes of men
(La la la la la la la la la la la)

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neyruto:

how about a kitten apocalypse where everyone gets bitten by kittens and turns into kittens lets have one of those 

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A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.

P. 327

We make such messes in this life, both accidentally and on purpose. But wiping the surface clean doesn’t really make anything any neater. It just masks what is below. It’s only when you really dig down deep, go underground, that you can see who you really are.

Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye

Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.

Charles Bukowski

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You can resolve to live your life with integrity. Let your credo be this: Let the lie come into the world, let it even triumph. But not through me.

Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn

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