IMasterFiveMagics

All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
EVERYTHING MUST BE THIS WAY, yeah

“

—	(via thewallsscreamedpoetry)

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God
Wandering, wandering in hopless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned

Immaculate.

“

—	(via thewallsscreamedpoetry)

anakininunlikelylocations:

Anakin enjoying an empty playground to himself after killing younglings.

anakininunlikelylocations:

Anakin on a popular 90s kids’ show.

anakininunlikelylocations:

Anakin during better days.

still-believe-in-a-fairytale:

I love listening to lyrics Jim wrote and trying to picture everything. I love making little stories in my head and watching him walk around playing the parts. The fact that he was able take all his poetry and make songs out of everything and make it sounds perfect makes me wonder sometimes, “Just who is Jim Morrison?”.

uselessaddictions:

and not a single fuck was given that day

anakininunlikelylocations:

A wild anakin is hatching.

anakininunlikelylocations:

Anakin on the pasture.

Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith