gonna paint my fucking nails. for laszlo, for spoike. but mostly for me

kid asked me “do you wanna be a goth boy?”

it's such bs that the whole guilt-ridden stoic self-sacrificing martyr thing doesn't work outside of fiction. repressing all your emotions and neglecting your physical wellbeing should make you god's most tragically beautiful morally unassailable little soldier of righteousness but all it does is give you bad skin and gastrointestinal problems

im starting a foundation to introduce underprivileged children to forbidden techniques

*suddenly dead serious* I get so gay off that tequila.

when u first listen to bridge over water album and u gotta start using hall and oates for your musical duo jokes bc u realized simon and garfunkel is serious business not a laughing matter.

santa claus but instead of naughty or nice i judge if uve been banal or avant garde 

the planet won't heal until fat butches are a common sight in media