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My name is Michelle.

L.A. native, film photographer, desirable error, boring cunt.

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  • 8th
  • July
  • 2014
Welp.

Welp.

  • 30th
  • June
  • 2014

ascetichouse:

Marshstepper live in Los Angeles, CA

photos by Michelle Fierro

These are a few of the photos I shot at the Marshstepper complex show! Thanks for posting em!

  • 20th
  • January
  • 2014
That’s what real love amounts to—letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending, performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act—and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.

Jim Morrison  (via alecxander-j)

Godddamn I’m real stoney right now but Jim, you’re the fucking man

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  • 30th
  • December
  • 2013

"Look, once every twenty years you forget your place. There’s no place for emotion in this. You of all people should understand."

BESTFCKINGDEATHSCENEEVEREVERVEREVER

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  • 29th
  • December
  • 2013

clit-commanderx:

i deserve to be miserable

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  • 28th
  • December
  • 2013
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Strawberry Switchblade - 10 James Orr Street

A tear-stained pillow
Doesn’t seem to help me
I can’t make you change your mind
I look through my window
And I see all I want to
How can I leave it all behind me now

l-ettie:

something i need to remember more

l-ettie:

something i need to remember more

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boydrice:

Do you ever think about

What a lovely place the world would be

Without all the people

That make life so unpleasant? 

All the small, petty people

All the ugly, annoying people

It’s hard not to think about it

I like to think about

What could be

Done to these people

Something cruel

Something mean

Something just

But the meaner the better

Goodness knows they deserve it

Have you ever dreamed of

Killing all the stupid people?

Not just the unintelligent people

But the sort that don’t know anything about anything

But seem to have opinions about everything

They’re only too ready to offer their advice about

How to run your life

And yet look at how they run their own lives

For the most part they’ve accomplished nothing

They’ve contributed nothing

Their lives are miserable

But they talk, talk, talk

At the very least their tongues should be cut out

At the very least

Do you ever wanna

Kill all the people who tell lies?

Some certainly deserve it

Not necessarily the big liars

Or even those who teach lies as truth

I’m talking about people

Who say one thing and do another

Or who tell you they sent something express mail

When you know they haven’t 

Did you ever want to

Kill all the slow people in the world?

The people who are in front of you

When they should be behind you

A crime that the swift should be help back by the slow

And it’s criminal that nothing is going to rectify it

And what about all the really ugly people?

Add them to the list as well

Some people try not to think about life’s ugliness

I’ve thought about it

I’ve thought about it quite a lot

Something should be done to these people

Something to make them suffer

The way they’ve made us suffer

I say, bring back the Circus Maximus

For starters

Unless these weeds are dealt with

They’ll poison everything

They are poisoning everything

We need a gardener

A brutal gardener

A thorough, thoughtful gardener

An iron gardener

Whatever happened to Vlad the Impaler?

Where’s Genghis Kahn when you need him?

Or Roi d’Ys?

Ayatollah Khomeini?

Adolf Hitler?

Benito Mussolini?

Nero?

Diocletian?

Kitchener? 

Come back!

Come back!

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