And I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss. (…) If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same. We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain.
I have my surgery tomorrow and I am freaking out, not because I’m worried how it will go, but I just fucking hate hospitals. I’m starting to get a little scared.
The Mountain Goats - “No Children”
I seriously would have this played at my funeral.
Buying Cards Against Humanity was a great decision, but turning it into a drinking game was even better.
Gorillaz | Demon Days
When lies become reality
You numb yourself with drugs and T.V.
Pick yourself up it’s a brand new day
So turn yourself ‘round
Don’t burn yourself, turn yourself
Turn yourself around to the sun
A man standing on the Sphinx, demonstrating its size. Circa 1900s.
Louis Wain’s cats as he progressed into schizophrenia.
Louis Wain could have seriously been a Batman villain. A successful English artist he began to paint exclusively cats after extensively painting his dying wife’s cat. He then made a living on children’s books and illustrations of anthropomorphic cats often parodying everyday life. After about 30 years he began to suffer from schizophrenia, theorized to be precipitated by toxoplasmosis, a parasitic infection that can be contracted from cats. After he became too paranoid and violent for his sisters to care for, he was institutionalized at the relatively pleasant Napsbury Hospital , with a garden and colony of cats. Over the next 15 years, he continued to paint cats in increasingly psychedelic depictions.