texascheeseman:

And if he drops you, you recover from whatever it was. Greatness.

texascheeseman:

And if he drops you, you recover from whatever it was. Greatness.

(via thewrongeve)

Football season is over. No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won’t hurt.

—Suicide note - Hunter S. Thompson (2005)

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

—Bertrand Russell (1872 - 1970)

(Quelle: mykechambers, via delirium-of-disorder-deactivate)

cwnl:

On The Day Carl Sagan Died

A sad day for science

Assorted TV news reports. Short features. Recorded in the hours immediately following his death on December 20th 1996.

(Quelle: ikenbot, via delirium-of-disorder-deactivate)

bullybones:

On the night of September 16, 1977, Marc Bolan had dinner with Gloria Jones, with whom he had a 2-year-old son Rolan. Around 4am Gloria got behind the wheel of her purple Mini 1275 GT (license plate FOX 66IL) to drive Marc and herself home. Shortly after, the Mini was traveling on Queens Ride, South London. The Mini left the road as it crossed a hump backed bridge, went through the fence and smashed into a sycamore tree. Marc’s side took the impact and he was thrown into the back of the car,and killed instantly. Gloria was unconscious but alive.

;_;

(Quelle: uglybox)

I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

—Stephen Hawking (via delirium-of-disorder)

(via delirium-of-disorder-deactivate)

Death’s Dance

I love dispatch I strike at once
The wit, the wise, the fool, the dunce;
The steel-clad soldier, stout and bold,
The miser with his treasur’d gold;

The studious sage, and matron grave,
The haughty noble, and the slave,
I strip, with unrelenting paw,
The ermine from the man of law:
Disrobe the prelate of his his lawn;
And dim with clouds the op’ning dawn…

nutopiancitizen:

if life is ever getting you down, remember that it’s not a permanent condition and it’s treatable

nutopiancitizen:

if life is ever getting you down, remember that it’s not a permanent condition and it’s treatable

(Quelle: xpurr)

 

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
Edited by acideater 2010–2013