A young herring gull with a child’s dummy in its beak in Newquay, Cornwall. Picture: Jayne Bowen/Rex Features
My hero.
Zombies are played the fuck out, but I mean, c’mon - this world is pretty over populated.
(via necrogoat)
(via chasingeuphoriia)

(Source: chris-is-hardcore-fest, via deicidal-tendencies)

Explains why he’s so big - it’s all that luscious baby fat.
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(Source: francoiseditelagrivoise, via deicidal-tendencies)
All the sudden everyone is getting married and/or having kids and not only do I not feel jealous, but I do feel GRATEFUL that my SANITY has remained intact.
CATS NOT BABIES.
Never.
I want to spend the rest of my life alone, cherishing my Eyehategod records, and being higher than any motherfucker that has walked before me.
Real talk.
“When are you and [my dude] getting married?”
“When the cyborgs can marry. Only then.”