I get to see my mom tomorrow after a couple months.
My current state of mind is blank. Literally. What is emotion doing just leaving me again.
I need change.
I need something to make me feel better,
a person a place an object that’s new.
Fuck it. I’ll just go drink tea and feel nostalgic.
I’m tired of things improving incrementally through experience. I just want to achieve a symbolic success and then ride off into the sunset….
The problem, though, is that sunset turns into night, and then the next day is just a regular day again, and you still have to cut your toenails and save up for retirement.
(Source: thoughtcatalog.com, via pics-de-lumiere)
No way. My dark lord makes the incompetent fools, that you try so fervently to avoid, reproduce causing you utmost pain and suffering, that eventually causes you to open fire at the people around you, which sends you to jail for the rest of your pitiful life, and all of that suffering is just the beginning. Because then you have to deal with what Dante thought was Hell, and you get thrown in an eternity of monotonous pain. H3il S@tan. Fuck Cthulhu.Your dark lord makes kids have sex and maybe kill a goat or two. Mine fucking kills everything that moves ever. Cthulhu is the real dark lord.