Hello, my name is Diego, i'm 20 years old, from Argentina and I'm really fucked up in the head.
This blog is about whatever the fuck i feel like posting, do as you please with it..


Anonymous asked
Sal de mis sueños y entra en mi cama <3

awww <3


Stare at me with empty eyes and
Point your words at me
Mirror on the wall will show you
What you’re scared to see

I can see, yeah - (wish I couldn’t see at all)
I can feel - (wish I couldn’t feel at all)
Hate to see - (wish I couldn’t see at all)
Hate to feel - (wish I couldn’t feel at all)

I was 12 years old when I told my parents I was gonna be a rock star. They said, ‘That’s nice, honey.’ When I was 16 they said, ‘You gotta give up the band and start studying, have something to fall back on.’ To fall back on something sounds like giving up right away. Fuck that. I dropped out of school for six months, but I went back ‘cause I missed my friends. But I didn’t take any [real] classes, I went to, like, woodshop and debate, and those were the only classes I passed in two years. I remember we did some sort of exercise in social studies where you had to pick a career and follow it through and set your early income, and what you had to do, and what you had to own and all of that. I was given mine back by the teacher and told ‘Rock Star’ was not a realistic undertaking. He said only one in a million can be ‘the one,’ and I said, ‘I’m fucking that one!’ I didn’t understand why I couldn’t be. Everybody was always telling me I could be anything I wanted to be, and I believed that. When Alice In Chains packed out the Central Tavern two nights in a row, that’s when I was completely satisfied. That’s when my dreams came true. In Seattle, I was a rock star! Record companies started coming around. But I had never even thought about that. It was enough to be a star in Seattle. Playing stadiums just puts you in a daze. Playing someplace like the Crocodile again is more like it. You’re connected again. It’s real.

Layne Staley (via americanhighwayflower)

(Source: make-me-feel-like-dirt)



Do you ever cook something in the microwave but it’s still really cold in the middle and you just keep eating it instead of heating it longer because life is pointless, and entropy is unavoidable, and the universe is filled with callous and casual destruction?


(Source: booeste)

I just don’t feel alive anymore. It’s like if I’m dreaming…