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Ode to life

'Got no friends, got no lover
Got no wife, got no brother
But I’m doing the best that I can
To say, to see, I fail to be

Got no dog, got no socks
Got no drugs, got coffee without a mug
It gets me so up tight
To be, I hide, why can’t you see

Got no giro, got no gun
Got no car, got no fun
And soon I will be dead, and if I’m not
Then please, oh please, stab me in the back

Got no highs, got no sense
Only lows and self-confidence 
And everybody’s on the run ‘
For what’s the use, to get it on with me’










"The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men."

- Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959  (via stainedpoems)

(Source: hellanne, via hvllv)

abchelsea:

Girls - My Ma

'Oh god, I'm so lost
And I’m here in darkness
And I want to see the light of love
I’m looking for meaning in my life’

(via k-m1997)

(Source: for-kurt, via chili-jesson)

(Source: boyirl, via bleachdiddamage)

theunderestimator:

Christiane F. photographed by Ilse Ruppert in her room in Hamburg (1983).

   Christiane F., a onetime heroin-addicted teen prostitute, a junkie from the age of 12,  was put in the spotlight in her early teens during the late `70s, after a series of interviews about her life and West Berlin`s drug scene, which led in a top-selling book and a film (Christiane F. – Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo”) based on her memoirs.

Her intriguing story, as well as her great looks instantly turned her into a media darling and a kind of controversial heroin-chic celebrity.

   Along Alexander Hacke, her boyfriend at the time and member of the German industrial band Einstürzende Neubauten, they recorded two albums and also appeared in a film.

(Source: ilseruppert.de, via l0uderthanb0mbs)

whatcarlosdid:

Peter Doherty, 2004

by Andrew Kendall (x)

(via callitsoma)

noahadler:

"Golden Hair" - Slowdive

'Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midnight air
my book is closed, I read no more
watching the fire dance, on the floor
I’ve left my book, I’ve left my room’

i would break my back for you.

(Source: 2004mcr, via monicagems)

im shoe-gayz again ‘cus I feel attracted to masculine shoes. 

lisbongrrrl:

such a Beauty.

(via punk--post)