i made a choice deep inside
heroin or suicide? 
sickness praised in times of need
we waste away from hands of greed
jesus nailed to wooden t’s
cannot compete with my disease
humanity the weak condition
my soul is sick from my decision

you know I’d like to take a break from suffering in hell.

(via spunzombie)


depicts this night.

you’re just a mistreated flower

What if I told you 10 years from now your life would be exactly the same. Doubt you’d be happy. So why are you afraid of change?
by Karen Salmansohn (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

(via psychedelicamania)

My new pipe Dracula

barfing grunge photos.
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
by Walt Whitman (via courtney-crooker)

(Source: quote-book, via entheogenicmushroomomens)

Beyond the beauty of external forms, there is more here: something that cannot be named, something ineffable, some deep, inner, holy essence. Whenever and wherever there is beauty, this inner essence shines through somehow. It only reveals itself to you when you are present.
by Eckhart Tolle  (via pax-caelestis)

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