Previously: fiercelygrantaire + barricadesinthesky
Dear diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.Icon credit can be found here.
Few prowlers were so much feared as Montparnasse. At eighteen, he had already left several corpses on his track. Frizzled, pomaded, with slender waist, hips like a woman, the bust of a Prussian officer, a buzz of admiration about him from the girls of the boulevard… such was this charmer of the sepulcher.
THIS VIDEO WAS SO SATISFYING
This gives me life
How music changed from 2000-2013.
i feel so fucking old right now…
They can fatten me up. They can give me a full body polish, dress me up, and make me beautiful again. They can design dream weapons that come to life in my hands, but they will never again brainwash me into the necessity of using them. I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.