it’s absolutely worthless trying to talk music with people on the south side.
i’ve never heard more ignorant things come out of people’s mouths, than when they try to trash talk punk, hardcore or metal.
people that bitch about valentines day:
it’s my birthday, and nothing more, if that satisfies you.
all those decorations, everyone produces, sells, and puts up JUST TO CELEBRATE MY LIFE.
have a good day.
stop fucking complaining.
fever ray - the wolf
Self-control is something for which I do not strive. Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence
—Franz Kakfa, Aphorisms (1918)
(Source: fuckyeahexistentialism, via bloodisthenewblackk)
this photo is 3 years old, but when i saw the one of lou reed, i remembered. soul mates.
i’ve been better. that i can say for sure. might be the only thing that i’m really sure of at this point.
delete. the things i want to say and write about seem so inferior to everything else. i feel so much confusion and pain all the time, the normal things that life brings.. don’t matter. everything is shadowed with guilt of myself. i am fucking sweating.
i am tired.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
