"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
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
"People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word."
I don’t have kids but when I do I’m getting one of these lol