1. “I  wasn’t sure what year this photograph was taken, but Dad said this is what Marilyn looked like when he first met her in the early 50s. He did said that she ‘evolved’ into the woman that we all know. He said that she was very straight forward, but at the same time, she told dad that he understood her. Dad always told me never to underestimate someone, just by their looks, because they could be fighting an internal battle, which she did. But, every time that she saw dad, she seemed to light up his life. He was pretty upset by her death, and he actually said this, and you should write it down. He said this to me: She wasn’t suppose to go, not now, it wasn’t her time.  I think the world agreed with that. Dad was luckily enough to attend the funeral. He came home after that and cried and placed her photograph on our mantle, and then when he died, my brother’s and I placed that photograph in a box, that you opened, and you know have. Remember something: Marilyn, I did meet when I was 19. She wasn’t some dumb drugged up blonde. She was a smart, funny and above all, a human being.”- Co-worker’s Father on Marilyn Monore, which this is the photograph he was talking about. 

  6. zaymmaliks:

    SOMETIMES I WANNA BE A WHORE AND DO DRUGS JUST TO SHOW MY MOM HOW MUCH WORSE IT CAN BE THAN JUST LEAVING MY DIRTY SOCKS ON THE FLOOR

    (via thatfuckedupglory)

  7. addictedtotheweekend: elvennightmare: addictedtotheweekend: elvennightmare: addictedtotheweekend: ☯ kawaii, grunge + cats ☯ I think its really fucked up that teenagers now a days think they have the worst lives ever, that they are depressed, that they are alone. what they need is a good ass beating from their parents. They think they have it hard? I bet i can make life hard for them First start with taking all social media away from them and any device that links them to it. Second drive them from and too school walking them all the way to their first class and pick them up just outside their the last class Drive them to a farm and put them to work  drive them home to do homework on the kitchen table. if they require research material take them to the library  feed them dinner and then put them to bed (take their door) They wont have to time to feel sorry for themselve and their crappy pittifull lives… teenagers now a days dont know what being alone and hard ship is….those little fucks Are you being fucking serious? Yes! Teenagers now-A-days would never have made it back in the day. They think they have it hard?? Their Fucking teenagers of course their lives suck!!!! Oh boo Fucking hop…mommy and daddy don’t hug you enough….or didn’t let you hang out with friends once….or did get you the iPhone 5 and instead got you the iPhone 4…..or so and so made fun of you in school…or the world is against you because nothing comes out perfectly right…..cry a river and get over it !! If people would stop treating their kids like babies and replace all the pills that are suppose to “solve” their children’s behavior problems with a good ass beating we wouldn’t have this many teens with such “problems” You disgust me. Teenagers are people like everyone else with emotions and feelings. They’re not immune to mental illnesses. Many teenagers live horrible lives but can’t escape them. Teenagers are sometimes sexually abused, physically or mentally abused, neglected, bullied, deprived or have to look after their parents who are ill. I think what you need is a good beating yourself you pathetic excuse for a human being. If you ever have children then there is a high chance that yes, yours will be the one taking drugs, having depression, wanting to commit suicide. Remember, overly strict parents make overly sneaky kids. And there will be no one to blame but you because instead of talking to them and understanding when they’re feeling down, you beat them?! Which makes it all worse. You are an example of what is wrong with the world.
  8. nymphgod: forebidden:   Rolling stones altamont free concert 1969 people died at this concert lmao
  10. "I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
    At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
    Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
    I was a singer - not a very popular one,
    I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
    But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
    When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me why - but there’s no use in talking to people who have home.
    They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
    I was always an unusual girl.
    My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
    And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying…
    Because I was born to be the other woman.
    I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
    Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
    Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
    We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
    Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
    I believe in the country America used to be.
    I believe in the person I want to become.
    I believe in the freedom of the open road.
    And my motto is the same as ever:
    “I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride.”
    Who are you?
    Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
    Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
    I have. I am fucking crazy.
    But I am free."
    - Lana Del Rey (via aurawhore)
  14. megantakacs: “I got a call from my mom and I couldn’t answer because I was fucking working, (he says quietly, voice shaking). ” She left me a voicemail, then two hours later my grandma called me, crying, saying “something happened to your mom… Go to the hospital” I was freaking out, one of the ladies drove me because they didn’t want me driving because i was so scared, and as soon as I got to the hospital there was an ambulance pulling in and they pulled my fucking mom out and that was the last fucking time I saw her.- Austin Carlile

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