eddiemurphey:

I WROTE IN BLOOD - STILL CORNERS.

arcangeldelcaos:

Es difícil ser fuerte en tiempos de maldad, y es difícil conservar una opinión, una idea, cuando todos quieren sepultarla. Pero aquél que resiste y sobrevive es invencible, su palabra será escuchada y su idea, probablemente, seguida. 

semirevolutionairy:

psycho killer//talking heads

i can’t seem to face up to the facts
i’m tense and nervous and i
can’t relax
i can’t sleep ‘cause my bed’s on fire
don’t touch me i’m a real live wire

psycho killer
qu'est-ce que c'est
fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
run run run run run run run away

canuckianhawkguy:

I’ve had this post saved up for days, waiting to release it when I ran out of other posts, because this is easily the greatest thing I have ever voiced, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to top it

but people keep sending me stuff, and I keep finding stuff on my own, so here it is! based on this hilarious comic by @liberlibelulaart

please do keep sending me stuff! I’ve really enjoyed doing this the last couple of months, and even though there’s still more to come, it’s mostly down to dumb luck, and the well is going to dry up real soon

moami:

aro-alien:

this is the most amazing cover i’ve ever heard

This cover has it all: fantasically confusing yet badass band name, the well-loved instrumentals of the original, and a smooth voice bringing some fresh, chilling vibes to this timeless classic. 120/10, would enter the afterlife to the tune of this.

wduos:

ttheendd:

New Dawn Fades - Joy Division 

A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets,
A chance to watch, admire the distance,
Still occupied, though you forget.
Different colours, different shades,
Over each mistakes were made.
I took the blame.
Directionless so plain to see,
A loaded gun won’t set you free.
So you say.

Jam

teacup-peony:

Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy - Tchaikovsky

dabblingindissent:

ramblewood:

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade / And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down / And cut him ‘til he cried out in his anger and his shame, “I am leaving, I am leaving.” But the fighter still remains

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

dark-hearse:

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Nicotine Stain