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’90s Teenagers in Their Bedrooms, Adrienne Salinger 

In 1995, artist Adrienne Salinger wanted to depict the authentic lives of young people in ‘90s America — a contrast to the perfect Beverly Hills 90210 types portrayed in the media. She photographed teens in the most intimate space of all: their bedrooms.

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Lyrics: “Cocaine ruin your brain (ay), please don’t do cocaine (ay), cocaine ruin ruin your brain (what), please don’t do cocaine (ay)”

I. no one wants bruised fruit, no one wants a bruised child either; no one wants fruit with broken skin, no straight-line scars; no one wants cherry-pit eyes, too dark and too wide; no one wants pomegranate-half lungs, heaving, catacombed in trickles of red, no one wants peach juice lies, leftover sweetness still sticky, dripping from my chin, doesn’t match my eyes; no one wants this rotten fruit heart, too full, overripe, dripping to burst, too messy, stains too dark. flies buzz around as if constellations encircling me, filling the darkness in my chest. II. blood and blackberry juice are the same color; which one do you think stained my last summer? did i drip sweet or salty? was mine a summer of unripe fruit or overripe desire? hunger swelled in me but what kind? i scratch my wrists open with blackberry thorns, overripe heart waiting to burst, red trickling from my veins, unripe fruit still on the branch, red trickling from its seeds. this sounds like a poem about sex this is not a poem about sex, this is a poem about how hunger and hatred feel kinda the same, hollow out your belly the same, shudder your fingers the same, crack your lips the same. this is a poem about having a hatred for hunger and a hunger for hatred. my mouth is crowded with razors; i have thrown away my teeth.

JUICE by s.l. (via goldenveins)

Does Slash’s shirt say, “Yeet”?

Brian May's post on Instagram actually killed me. All hail Slash

80s Metal forever !! Cheers !! 🍻🤘

Deathronation, tho.

Their music kinda slaps, ngl.

-grunge-

⌯✵✣✵⌯𝙬𝙚 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.⌯✵✣✵⌯

People love to say a broken clock is right two times a day but what they don’t tell you is that it’s wrong 863963 times a the day.

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