i am.

[bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]

I just tried to write a poem n almost died. Never trying to get in touch w my emotions again !!!

Unless it’s Jesus and God telling me to stop my shit, I will not. 

there’s nothing more satisfying than the sound of hitting someone solid in the fucking jaw.

me while sipping apple juice out of a champagne glass and looking dramatically off into the distance: i’ve had it

anyone else feel like god is just toying with u however he pleases . he thinks hes so funny . well im about to be hilarious

you touch them … you HURT them …  you will not get away with it.

we have a real motherfucker here, a true idiot child, someone please come collect your bastard

i wholeheartedly believe i deserve a sword. i am true. i am loyal. i despise treacherous men. what else do you need? knight me already

whatever *becomes an enemy of the state*

with all due respect--which is none--

i get these violent urges and moods where i just want to fight and bleed it’s like an ache in my chest

I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship and this gun I found