grow up and blow away.

22.skin byrd. SLC till I die.

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.

—(via fawun)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via hexercise)

gameraboy:

Via Cult of Weird:

Underground shelters built in fear of a nuclear attack were usually cramped spaces with just enough amenities to survive a few months. When wealthy recluse Girard “Jerry” B. Henderson built his Cold War bunker in 1978, he decided to ride out the end of the world in style.

The subterranean paradise at 3970 Spencer St. in Las Vegas was built 26 feet underground. At ground level a 2-bedroom caretaker house sits on the property. In the backyard, ventilation and air-conditioning units jut up from the dirt. Rocks conceal stairways and an elevator that lead down to the AstroTurf-covered front yard of the home below.

With its own generator and fuel tank, the home could sustain life for a year with a fully-stocked pantry in the event of a nuclear attack.

(via tinyhellraiser)

I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via meggannn)

(Source: larmoyante, via frisso--n)