We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

Hunter S. Thompson (via definitelydope)

In Adoration (Prosletyzing)

ginandjack:

Taste and see the goodness of my God

His praise is ever in my mouth

Many are the troubles of this life

But His blood delivers respite

until we dry up and leave this land

Even then, He watches over our bones

Of Those who would join His host

Nourished and cherished among the shades

In an endless wine-soaked honey moon

Do you not believe?

Taste and see the goodness of my God