This is my deathbed.

gonks:

I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies.
Lonely are the sufferers.

Have you ever met someone

And they’re so fucking perfect in every way.

And maybe they aren’t perfect to everybody, but to you they’re just absolutely amazing.

The way they laugh and smile and talk and think and look and just everything about them and everything they do just keeps amazing you.

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year is 2392
child: mommy i can't sleep
mother: don't worry child. lay down as i sing you this ancient lullaby, passed on through my family for generations
mother: WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WHAT UP, I GOT A BIG COCK

m-ichael:

so apparently i’m a victim of cyber bullying..

IM JUST LAUGHING BECAUSE THEY DESCRIBED ME