Look, I’m tumblin’ and shit.

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Who wants a FREE Empty Casket Pentagram Hand Harness?
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empty-casket:

Who wants a FREE Empty Casket Pentagram Hand Harness?

Reblog this post for your chance to win. 

We’ll pick a winner at random on Friday 13th January at 9pm. 

It also helps if you follow us and like our Facebook page: 

https://www.facebook.com/emptycasketjewellery

Good luck!

www.emptycasket.co.uk

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HAYLEY WILLIAMS HAS AN UNDERCUT!?

NO HAYLEY, NO. BAD HAYLEY.

Nov 8th / Tagged: First thought: I MUST TELL TUMBLR ABOUT THIS / 6 notes †
Train station selfie, from this morning. Complete with awkwardly placed arm and obnoxious watch.

Train station selfie, from this morning. Complete with awkwardly placed arm and obnoxious watch.

Nov 5th / Tagged: I missed my train it was bad / 7 notes †
Nov 3rd / Tagged: Religion God Environment Planet Earth relevant / 88 notes †
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Surrogate People - John Frusciante & Josh Klinghoffer

Nov 3rd / Tagged: John Frusciante Red Hot Chili Peppers josh klinghoffer Surrogate People / 46 notes †
I JUST BOUGHT A PAIR OF JEFFREY CAMPBELL COSMIC LITAS

OH MY GOD THEY WERE 100 BUCKS LOVE MY LIFE

Nov 1st / 5 notes †
Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film. Nov 1st / 12,618 notes †
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