i connect with this on a very deep and spiritual level
I hate one direction and rihanna.
I have no speech. No name. I live in the action of death, the blood cry, the penetrating wound. I am destruction. Absolute… alone.
one of my favorite scenes of any book ever.
I hate when you’re like “fuck it’s so hot” and someone’s like “well why don’t you take your jacket off?” Like bitch no…this is my outfit
i write memes not tragedies
I am crying I love this too much