zombies feeding IT CAN'T BE FOR NOTHING.
IT CAN'T BE FOR NOTHING.


IT CAN'T BE FOR NOTHING.



RANDOM y'er Mind.

There is an idea of me; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply AM NOT THERE.
ask, theme

Anonymous said:Is fun annoy you on tumblr, though. *I should make some friends.*

go to some english classes instead of only reading silly books
NO IT IS NOT.
Ok, maybe a little, who knows

Anonymous said:Once I had an mini anxiety crisis 'cause I thought you were really dead. That's so fucked up, right? I don't even know who the fuck are you.

How in the hell can you suffer for me if you don’t even know me then? Seriously, I don’t get it. STAHP DRINKING

Anonymous said:O quê pessoas, lágrimas, aranhas e sangue têm em comum?

Se for pessoal, eu diria que todas essas quatro coisas já tiveram uma ligação com morte na minha vida. 
(Mas sério, qual a resposta? Fiquei curioso.)

Reject Life, Kill Yourself.