#ariesblacksun

When you decide suicide is your retirement plan, you’re fucking free to live. I’m not Peter Pan, but I’m never growing old.

Day after day, our love turns grey..

These things I know, the things We see..

I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not that much better after all.

~Alone~ Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is a poor synonym.

Born Aries, Live Aries, and I'll fucking die Aries.. Any questions?