Well none of this art is mine, so you’d have to find and ask the author.
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces, where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces, in search of more, and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
Contract disease?
And bury bones, break up homes, send flowers by phone?
Take to drink go to shrinks, give up meat rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets, train dogs race rats, fill the attic with cash, bury treasure, store up up leasure, but never relax at all…
With our backs to the wall.
In the last 23 days I’ve got 104 followers, when I starded this blog it was like WOW 10 FOLLOWERS I AM LIKE SO SPECIAL! It’s so nice having you all follow me, and that you’re here for me when I need you, in less than a year and a half we went from nothing to 5,104, I am so greatful you’re all here, now if I could only get her to love me back my life would be complete. Thank you!
Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and like a million other bands, pretty much all rock, especially harder rock like in What Shall We Do by Pink Floyd
It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black ‘forty four.
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.
And kind old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall,
In the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf adorned,
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp.
It was dark all around.There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company Z.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that’s how the High Command
Took my daddy from me.
New restaurant idea, “Cameron’s Fine Italian Sausage”
I’m putting this here and rebloging it with my main blog so more people see it! THIS IS X_FOX’S DICK PIC BLOG, IF YOU LIKE MY DICK CHECK OUT THIS BLOG!
Yo guys, this will probrobly be the last time I promote my other blog, it’s not doing as well as my mail blog so I felt like I’d give myself a little help.
I try and I try and I try constantly to do everything I can do to try to be with her, and I do everything to my abilities to try to make her the happiest girl in the world. She’s everything to me, and I just can’t seem to ever get to be with her. I love her. I need her. Fuck, I can’t even function without her. I do every little thing I can do for her, and I try to do everything I can possibly do to be the best friend I can be. Why won’t you just give me a chance, please, I’ll make it worth your while.
Dear Tumblr,
I have 2 blogs and I’d like it if my posts didn’t magically decide to go to my other blog, that is kind of annoying.
Sincerely, X_Fox.