Kurt Cobain, his last letter, before he committed suicide.
well, at least i look like i’m happy. if you’d all just look behind this smile. what would you see? strength? real happiness? just good pretending?
pictures are frozen moments. the biggest lies to ourselves. we try to hold on on something we should’ve let go so much earlier. that’s where i look like i want to look and i keep staring at that picture, trying to get this moment back.
but i won’t. no matter how hard i try.
- prinz pi - schiefe pyramiden
perfection in every fucking milimeter
wenn ich bedenke, was ich bis morgen noch zu tun hab. -.-
(via eifer-und-sucht)
that guy just made my day as the little note on my screen appeared! check it out and visit his blog! lots of love and ‘thank you’s from germany! ♥

oh my good heavens :3
i’m flipping thE FUCK OUT
his face. FUCK
OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOD *___* NEED TO KNOW HIS NAME OR THE NAME OF THE BAND!
(via s-m-o-k-a-h-o-n-t-4-s)
- William Shakespeare
totally true.
(via s-m-o-k-a-h-o-n-t-4-s)
(via elitaer)
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
(via your-whoriness)
one of the most beautiful natural settings
(via murmurmuur)