You’re a fan if you like and appreciate the music. That’s the fucking bottom-line.
Nothing else should matter, no special qualifications. In the end, when you brag about pointless things, you just make yourself out to be an ass.
(via savvycaptain)
Angels and demons can’t cross over into our plane. So instead we get what I call half-breeds. The influence peddlers. They can only whisper in our ears. A single word can give you courage, or turn your favorite pleasure into your worst nightmare. Those with the demon’s touch and those part angel, living alongside us. They call it the balance. I call it hypocritical bullshit.
(Source: williamgardner, via phenylethylamines)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
