no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

dip shit you are not turning into the joker. you are barely even turning into the penguin or th e ice guy

"your life is yours to mold" oh nooooooooo oh no oh my god. oh fuck me. no. oh my god. oh im so fucked dude.

you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.

lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.

she didnt block me on pinterest so im sending her madd pictures of ghouls and devils

Dont be very woried about me since i deserve all of this

I feel like that one scene of Justin Bieber getting shot in csi

i coul dnever be the captain of a ship. everyday id be like third lieutenant ..... do a backflip lol

next time i close tumblr and open it again will fix me

the earth hates to see my meek ass coming