November 2010
6 posts
Salubrious Relapse
Clean the lens. See clearly that the dream is loneliness (it would seem). Tears are met with disdain. And while you pray for comfort, We crush all hope of your dogmatic beliefs. There is no purity, only putridity. Make way for the heartless. The air breathes this lonely miasma. No comfort. No reason. No life can you wake from your dream. Can you fall into mine? I’ll drink from you....
Plan on ≠ actually happened ≠ should be taken...
hchchc:
must find new fazolis
Anonymous asked: "realized that nobody on Earth gives a shit about what goes on in anyone else’s head."
This isn't really a question, but this is absolutely not true. You just have shitty friends.
This isn't really a question, but this is absolutely not true. You just have shitty friends.
I...
realized that nobody on Earth gives a shit about what goes on in anyone else’s head.
