"When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can’t hear the song for the singer
And I can’t tell my pillow from a stone
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own"
— The Grateful Dead, Black Muddy River, Words by Robert Hunter, Music by Jerry Garcia (via eccogardin)

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mopednation:

Wow lol

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gratefully-dabbed:

Toki was hungry for some shatter 🐼💨💚

Am I the only one that gives no Fucks about these stupid fucking ice bucket challenge things?

Girlfriend is coming home today kinda bloody excited

kaileelyn:

Just got these today! The candy99 is amazing kaileelyn:

Just got these today! The candy99 is amazing

kaileelyn:

Just got these today! The candy99 is amazing

"People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word."

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang To The Monster

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sizvideos:

Video

I don’t have kids but when I do I’m getting one of these lol

capacity:

Arnold Böcklin

expulsion 

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