Theburdenedhearse - ⭒⋆☽ Crowdi ☾⋆⭒

not liking most current music artists is NOT a brag it means finding a musician i really like and thinking "oh hey wouldn't it be cool to see them live" and looking up their name only to find out they died 73 years ago

"I am the biggest faggot and such a whore" exclaimed the most virgin aroace teenager to ever be born

when my guitar is in the living room

it knows it isn't played.

my guitar is in the dining room

it sits there- dusted and frayed.

when my guitar is in the bedroom

being touched by an unfamiliar style

or sits alone in solitude

knowing it won't be played

for a very long while.

yeah i guess you could say im trans. transporting this MUG ROOT BEER into my MOUTH

Every single person studying a language when they recognize the most basic word of the language in a text or a video

maybe if that united healthcare shooter knocks out 33 more CEOs he'll be up to 34 felonies and he can run for president...

petition for panic attack breathing videos to NOT have an ad at the beginning please

what i want when i say i want walkable cities

When I die, bury me not on the rocky road

  For my lifeless body will be fed to crows

  Each bit of skin eaten slowly, day by day

  Until all but my bones have been unclothed.

When I die, bury me not on the mountain high

  For the finest land will be at my view

  The land of which my ancestors grew

  And I am not worthy of such a beautiful sky.

When I die, bury me not where the sand meets the water

  Where the green grass ceases to grow

  For the waves will have me pecked and slaughtered

  Until the God above takes away the watery rows.

When I die, bury me not in the trees of sage

  As branches reach over my ribcage

  Growing vines of spiked long mirth

  And nature takes me into its Earth.