Creepy wall. (Taken with instagram)
Fantastical Terrors and Terrible Fantasies
Sadistic, bite-sized marvels for everyone to enjoy.
Drew this little guy in class while I was bored. He kept me company <3
Revelino
Tonight is the first time I see my grandfather’s face. The picture is grainy, but I can already see how much my dad resembles him. They both have the same jawline, the same mouth, and even the same eyebrows. I feel like crying because I feel as though I’ve been introduced to this dead man much too late, but there’s no point in this poignant sense of regret, so I just set the picture aside and move on.
Stream Of Consciousness #2
You exhaust me.
You continue to be a disappointment, a failure, and an embarrassment.
You know the answer to your problem, but you insist on gorging on all this emotional turmoil when it takes just a tiny bit of self-discipline to eliminate everything you’re agonizing over.
You will never read this because even if you did, it would still be pointless.
I’ll talk to you again when you stop romanticizing all these fucked up memories of this fucked up guy.
Unpleasantries
No imagination.
No effort.
Mediocrity.
Rusty hair dye.
A rapist’s face.
Fake smiles and too much eyeshadow.
That awful sensation of not belonging to the only family you have.
These are a few very unpleasant things.
That awesome moment when someone snaps a photo of you taking a sip of the most awesome drink in the world.
Do not underestimate the fresh simplicity of water <3
And Merry Christmas.
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Two Minutes
Galactical, upside-down choices make me want to return to the 36th chamber.
So many alarm clocks, yet it’s so hard to wake up on time.
Show me the way, Murakami, then Leave Us.
I’d love to see LA.
Systematic December and Pillowy Dalmatians bring cookies upstairs.
That wasn’t two minutes, you liar. I’m done.
It’s almost 6 in the morning, so FUCK YOU, WORLD
No control
Incompetent dumbass
Crying mess
Child
I can’t handle this
With stuff like Biology, practicals bore me. Unless we’re slicing up things like eyeballs or brains. One time, when I was cutting into this eyeball, it just kind of collapsed on me, and all the clear liquid inside of it just oozed out onto the chopping board thingy. It was gross, but at least it was kind of exciting. Looking at botanical gardens? How dull.
