help.

i’m sick of people saying they were “born gay”. you’re not born gay… you chose to listen to my chemical romance and now you are the way that you are.

I had no idea these existed and am surprised something so ominous and beautiful isn’t a more common image in art and fiction.

it’s past fucking midnight and my grandmother got up and keeps loudly tearing paper right next to my room

by the way the reason there’s paper tearing is because she reads books by fucking tearing them apart page by page as she moves through them instead of just flipping the pages like a normal human

dude

if you are in high school and you follow me idc if you learn nothing else from me, but learn this: do not join the fucking military. they will promise you all sorts of things in exchange for joining their muder-system for a few years. do not listen to them. you won’t find a sense of purpose, you won’t find an adventure, you might not even get the money they promise you for college. if you survive, you’ll come back with blood on your hands, feeling just as aimless as before except knowing you’re a killer. the government will drop you like hot potatoes the second you are not useful to them, and you will be on your own with nothing but some ptsd and a more intimate understanding of the phrase “blood for oil.”

Smile: I am stupid for free. No one pays me to be this stupid and I think that’s very brave.