I will reblog this every time I see it. What is this beauty.
This looks shopped. I can tell from some of the pixels and from seeing quite a few shops in my time.
(Source: shelfassbrah)
Being here, by Mark Garry, thread pins, beads
I forgot all about this. I have a set of pictures on my old phone of Foxy playing live at Warped, 7/9/11.
We cast our hearts in plaster
We imagined our bodies were fashioned of stone
But they chipped at the brick and mortar
We found out that we’re only layers of skin hiding bones
And our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rain
They’re going to snap when the weight shiftsToday I will bury the flames of your failure
The past is a liar
The future, a whore
I’ll lay your bones into the earth and you will haunt my head no more
