Gloria Richardson pushes a national guard bayonet out of her face during a 1963 civil rights protest in Maryland.
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Damn I used to be such a depressed sack of shit
Now I ain’t
I wish I got paid for dealing with drunk 18-20 year olds. Every time my sister was home and had all her friends over I would make hundreds.
I shouldn’t feel old, but I do.
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I was just looking through old shit on my computer and found this. I have no idea when it was taken. I know it was some time before the end of November 2012 because the bar we’re at burned down then.
Damn we look good.
deathwalksbesideus asked: bitch ass
I am bitch ass
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now. — Charles Bukowski (via hay-girl-hay-lesbifriends)
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