Violently Happy
Violently Happy

With death, comes rebirth


modapop:

STOP THE VOMIT, START THE MUSIC

Gave the track a clean up (EQ, compression, bass, treble, sugar, spice, everything nice) - as well as a tiny rearrangement. The cover is perfection, but it’s not mine. That work goes to this user [x], so give him/her their well earned applause! *ba dum bum…. tschhhhhh*

I hope ya’ll like it. Feedback’s appreciated

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La tempesta è capace di disperdere i fiori ma non è in grado di distruggere i semi.

Kahlil Gibran

(via piccolissimo)
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mrgolightly:

The Knife - Pass This On [Shaken-Up Version]

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He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.

He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

(via rollinsnchelsea)
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You humans love your pain, don’t you? You just love bein’ in it. You even consider it a virtue. Cry the most at a funeral, you must be the best person. You promise to never forget each other. You promise to feel the sting of loss forever. Because for y’all, “forever” is just the blink of an eye. Your lives are pathetically brief. When we say “forever,” we have to mean it. So we move past our pain. We heal. We move on. Because pain, is a worthless emotion. (via 300ppi)
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Why does my happiness depend on your attention? MB 4:24 a.m (via fvckupss)

(via durrrin)

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