"Go without a coat when it’s cold; find out what cold is. Go hungry; keep your existence lean. Wear away the fat, get down to the lean tissue and see what it’s all about. The only time you define your character is when you go without. In times of hardship, you find out what you’re made of and what you’re capable of. If you’re never tested, you’ll never define you character."

Henry Rollins (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
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"I laugh at myself when I screw things up, which happens all the time."

Henry Rollins

(Source: brainyquote.com)

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"It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something, or someone, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head."

Henry Rollins (via slekes)
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"I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done."

Henry Rollins (via modernmethadone)

(Source: itwassilentinthewoods)

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"I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done."

Henry Rollins (via pickledxfishxlips)

(Source: itwassilentinthewoods)

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"It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something, or someone, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head."

Henry Rollins (via slekes)
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"Most of the time, I fucking hate life. Most of the time, life is a flatline fucking existential nightmare for me and I fucking hate it and I wanna check out all the time, and there you go, now you know the truth. But the thing that keeps me here is knowing that life will go ‘HAHA, you wimped out, you couldn’t handle me.’, and so what I seek to do is make life run for its life. I wanna be a pain in life’s ass, I want life to celebrate the day I die. I want life to finally be able to get a breather once I am dead, like, ‘is he dead? Poke him again, just make sure’"

Henry Rollins (from Provoked)
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"I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done."

Henry Rollins (via nomoreundead)
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"Half of life is fucking up, the other half is dealing with it."

Henry Rollins (via whatshewanted)
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"Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better."

Henry Rollins  (via serendipitousromance)

(Source: kari-shma)

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"If you hate your parents, the man, or the establishment, don’t show them up by getting wasted and wrapping your car around a tree. If you really want to rebel against your parents: outearn them, outlive them, and know more than they do."

Henry Rollins (via modernmethadone)

(Source: rebelsandreverb)

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"You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know."

― Henry Rollins

(Source: lightsintokyo)

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