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For real.

then i dont want to be alive
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My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!
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And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

We Are The Union - Five Out of Five Kids Who Kill Love Slayer
In tribute to them going on hiatus :(
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A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?’ and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: “There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they were given electric shock. In the ’50s if you were male you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up.
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My roommate was playing this song when I came across this gif. I started fucking dying. His running and the beat of the song match up so perfectly, omfg. I can’t.
LOLZ
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Hey, it’s my girlfriend’s birthday in 12 minutes! Here’s a song I wrote for her.