i have somehow grown out of feeling anger. now all i feel is pity
shutterstock stole my family and if I dont pay the ransom they will be tattooed with the shutterstock watermark
(via recentgooglesearches)
every time someone i know kills themselves it’s another reminder of why i can’t
i need all of you to do literally whatever it takes to keep from killing yourself. i promise i’ll do the same
i hate hearing people have sex. i also hate sex
my aesthetic is going back through my facebook posts and making them visible to only me
condition yourself to feel less spite
burn everything
and when our bodies recoil
from the grip of the soil
why the long face?