Wounds Don't Create Monsters

Don't sell my organs


Welcome to America where everyone is equal except everyone

(via im-a-disasterr)

My vernacular isn’t extensive enough to truly depict how deplorable of a human being you are. You’re dead to me.

I get all bent out of shape because I feel that I’ve been living a senseless life, but living without purpose never bothered me too much when I was younger. Now that I think about it, my life doesn’t seem too different from most others. Entropy, attachment, and decay are common denominators.