fuckyeahtattoos:

Halloween every day <3

spugnadimare:

sisters of mercy

babyimafoolforyou:

                                          HE’S LOST CONTROL 

Ian Curtis died on May 18, 1980. He was only 23 years old: “a young man” you could think, but he felt old inside; like in a song of Joy Division, Insight: “I remember when we were young”. He left this sorrowful world hanged on his kitchen’s ceiling, in Macclesfield. His songs still remain today as works of immensurable depth and pain; words engraved on everyone’s heart; the sound of Joy Division who arrives in the veins, the blood, you feel it in the body, the heart, you do it yours. It is as if you felt the presence of the young Ian, and the Joy Division still together. 

Ian Curtis is the Eternal.

thepensivebrony:

“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”

finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever