The shithawks are coming.


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doctorcrowwho asked: Are you boobies still soft and do you ever think of me on cold summer nights when the frogs are hoppin and boppin and kids are glowin and you know this mad poet is sitting in a dark room trying not to drink but the sky won't let me be so dark. You are a Mountain of Art, and don't let them get you going on a path that makes you feel lesser than than.

I’ll always keep hoppin and boppin, crowbee.

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I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can’t stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I’ve become.

:’( :’(

(Source: n--i-r-v-a-n-a, via punk-rock-jesus)