wolves among sheep. we stray from the shepard and hunt upon new ground. the carnage that stains our teeth reminds us of our purpose, our mistakes. one can only follow the rest, but beware the dagger hidden within the hands of the shepard.

never have i ever felt like i belonged in these plastic castles.

it’ll pass soon. it just hurts

GREYISHERE.

heartstopswhenyourcallends.

i’m really fucking insanely annoyingly excrutionally and radically mad today. :)

hey i want my victini back that i traded in 4th grade. you know who you are.

one thing i hate most in this world is “fine” people. they don’t exist.

if i could picture my mind as a person he’d have a blood stained pink hoodie and pale white hair. he’s a bit scary.

i don't want to hurt people. people just annoy me and i suck at hiding my feelings :/

$$$ ≠ positive mentality.

update: i screamed a lot the other day and lost my voice.