Fuck Yeah Palmer Viglione
Is this picture perfection or what?

Is this picture perfection or what?

The world needs actual excitement and emotion more than it needs cool people.
Amanda Palmer (via infamoussayings)
thesomebodytoknow:

Amanda Palmer

thesomebodytoknow:

Amanda Palmer

They look so young!

They look so young!

fuckyeahdarkcabaret:

Ron Nordin

"Coin-operated boy, with his pretty coin-operated voice, saying that he loves me, that he’s thinking of me, straight and to the point, that is what I want."

fuckyeahdarkcabaret:

Ron Nordin

"Coin-operated boy, with his pretty coin-operated voice, saying that he loves me, that he’s thinking of me, straight and to the point, that is what I want."

thenextbaberadical:

thewordvirus:

Polly by Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra.

I used to worship Amanda Palmer, but not anymore. People grow, I guess… and see right past phoneyness.

I still love to see her perform, though. It still makes me shiver.

The Dresden Dolls - Bad Habit
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funbathtimeactivities:

Biting keeps your words at bay

Tending to the sores that stay

Happiness is just a gash away

When i open a familiar scar

Pain goes shooting like a star

Comfort hasn’t failed to follow so far…

And you might say it’s self-indulgent

You might say its self-destructive

But, you see, it’s more productive

Than if i were to be healthy

& pens and penknives take the blame

Crane my neck & scratch my name

But the ugly marks

Are worth the momentary gain…

When i jab a sharpened object in

Choirs of angels seem to sing

Hymns of hate in memorandum

And you might say it’s self-indulgent

And you might say it’s self-destructive

But, you see, it’s more productive

Than if i were to be happy

And sappy songs about sex and cheating

Bland accounts of two lovers meeting

Make me want to give mankind a beating

And you might say it’s self-destructive

But, you see, i’d kick the bucket

Sixty times before i’d kick the habit 

And as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought

That even if i quit

There’s not a chance in hell i’d stop

And anyone can see the signs

Mittens in the summertime

Thank you for your pity, you are too kind

And you might say its self-inflicted 

But you see that’s contradictive

Why on earth would anyone practice self destruction?

And pain opinions are sitcom feeding

They dont know that their minds are teething

Makes me want to give mankind a beating

I’m tried bandages and sinking

I’ve tried gloves and even thinking

I’ve tried vaseline

I’ve tried everything

And no-one cares if your back is bleeding

They’re concerned with their hair receding

Looking back it was all maltreating

Every thought that occurred misleading

Makes me want to give myself a beating…

I think it’s time for a Spike appreciation post.