the inevitable.

by em.

nursehella:

I CUT MY WRISTS AND PLAY PIANO CUZ I’M SO DEPRESSED…
Tron Cat Bastard, by Nursehella/Danielle Prokop 03/12
Another in my Golfwangsketch series. It’s my Tron Cat again this time… when I was thinking about this one I had this image in my mind listening to Bastard, right - it’s just sort of how Tyler’s launching into his “monologue-rap”….
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleepSome food for thought some food for death, go ‘head and fuckin’ eatMy father’s dead well I don’t know, we’ll never fuckin’ meetI cut my wrists and play piano cause I’m so depressedSomebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessedThis meetin’ just begun, nigga I’m Satan’s son
…Bastard is one of my very favorite OF tracks. I relate to it a lot I suppose… the same way that I kinda figure when you start talking to therapists there’s this feeling they either are going to disbelieve you, or take what you say way too literally… or how much of what’s true you actually tell them because (like in the Tron Cat track) you got this feeling that at the end they’re gonna be all “…WHAT THE FUCK??” lol…fuckin’ had experience with all that, I suppose. This is the best therapy of all to me — making art. Of any kind. When I’m drawing or rapping or playing guitar. Be your own therapist, your inspirations are your therapy.

followed back all my followers…

bcuz yolo

this is fucking awesome

i really wanna do this hahaha

Matthew Gray Gubler’s reasons to stay alive…

YES

(Source: adiostoreadors, via thenightthatgotaway)

superseventies:

Riff Raff and Magenta… ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’, 1975.