May 2012
Dear people,
I get a lot my images from soup.io, which is why they look original. Indeed they are not.
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I’m alone. I’m alone and it’s killing me.
I’m neuroticpsychoticdelusionalcrazylosthopelesshelplesssadangryconfusedlovelessSICK. Above all things I am sick. They should commit me.
I should be committed.
Until I die.
Every hourdaysecondminuteyearweekmonth.
No one would have to deal with me.
That’s what they want, I’m no good.
I could stare at a wall....
It's been crazy here.
Not really, but my tremor has been awful and I haven’t been able to use the computer well enough to be posting stuff. I’m individually typing out each letter right now, huge pain. It’s considered a disability, how funny (I’m looking up ways to control it, I have an essential tremor.) Worst thing is that I want to be a painter. HAHAHAHA. Fuck you life.
“The perfect man? A poet on a motorcycle. You know, the kind who lives on the edge, the free spirit. But he’s also gotta have the soul of a poet and a brilliant mind. So, you know, good luck.” ― Lucinda Williams
Watchradillac:
penis-hilton:
kwadi:
it keeps getting better omf
best thing i’ve ever seen on the internet case closed
oh
my
god
