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vaginajoose:

snooki:

chiodos:

jonny 4 prez

(via jennydreadful)
(via dethjunkie)

There were opium dens where one could buy oblivion,
dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be
destroyed by the madness of sins that were new

Oscar Wilde
The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891)

I wish I had a vein
I wish each day didn’t bring a fresh wave of pain
I wish that I was sane

I wish that I could cope
I wish that I could smile without being full of dope
I wish I had more hope

Of course I love a good hit
But the rest of the time it just makes me feel like shit
I wish that I could quit

I wish I wasn’t bored
I wish my depression would finally reveal it’s core
I wish I wasn’t a whore

I wish I wasn’t cursed with charm
I wish I could wake up without a needle in my arm
I wish I could cause some harm

I wish I made more bread
I wish I could quiet the noise that fills my head
I wish I wasn’t dead

those infamous bin laden heroin packets


Riding around town, noddin out on the brown
Slingin the white, cause we know how to get down
Cause they’re smokin’ it up, and they’re shootin’ it up,
And they’re livin’ it up, straight up not givin’ a fuck
They walk around town with a permanent frown
Cause they can taste the smoke but they can’t hear the sound
They’re all ‘bout 30 pounds down, basehead fuckin’ clowns
And they’re in every city, and they’re in every town
They could be young, old, Mexican, white, or black
But we can’t cut these motherfuckers no slack
I’d rather be a junkie with an arm full of tracks
Cause once you’re stuck smokin’ crack there ain’t no goin’ back