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achronicmasturbator:

teamcocket:

what the fuck is this

dont kermit suicide

i need a moment

    ofallcuteandsexy:

    achronicmasturbator:

    teamcocket:

    what the fuck is this

    dont kermit suicide

    i need a moment

    (via lllolita)

    Source: teamcocket
    • 5 days ago
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  • Yes

    Yes

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  • blackguysforever:

WTF lmao
Where’s her other shoe?

    blackguysforever:

    WTF lmao
    Where’s her other shoe?

    (via badgalfashion)

    Source: ozzyosborntodie
    • 2 weeks ago
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  • you-dont-even-lift:

    heartsofthebroken


    NIGHTBLOGGING AT ITS FUCKING GREATEST.


    I can’t.

    Serious mindfucks right hurr.

    (via badgalfashion)

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    • 2 weeks ago
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    • 3 weeks ago
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  • I planned a mass murder, in a red notebook on an orange-yellow school bus. I don’t care that the Earth is gorgeous green, I live in one shade of blue. So I never knew about indigo. In all my visions are violet…I mean violent, color me homicidal. They colored me homicidal. They beat me black and blue, I bled maroon, golden puss seeping out of my sores stained chartreuse on a kickball field. I never wanted to be a rainbow. To bend at the whim of a thunder storm, a slave to lightning strikes on my insides. I’m afraid of sidewalks, side streets and side glances, they see the colors. It doesn’t matter if I’m dressed in gray, they watch my walk. So I twitch and try to straighten my switch and I keep biting my tongue, but that only strengthens my lisp. I can’t hide behind bathroom stalls, they always find me amongst black and white linoleum and piss. I can’t forget they called me faggot, and fruit and Tinkerbell, but I thought that bitch had wings, and I never once felt like I could fly. If I could I would have flown away a long time ago but instead they clipped wings before they sprouted, they clipped spines, I can’t be straight…I mean I can’t stand straight held down by layers of toxic pain, I bet they didn’t know…they were coloring me in. They were etching hit lists into my skin, she called me a fucking queer! One, you said I was going to Hell…two, what I loved was disgusting…okay, three, you broke my nose. Four, I can’t babysit your son. Five, dad said he disowned me. Six, I’ll die alone. Seven, for every color of the fucking rainbow, I’ll put one bullet in my pocket and six in the revolver I’ll create a thunderstorm and they’ll bend to my whim. I’ll make lightning strike their insides, make them afraid of sidewalks. They’ll run with limps, like I walked with the switch and your switch rolls. They won’t care that I liked pop music when I’m toning heavy metal. I’ll paint the pavement red. Dye their families blue, strip their skin violet, and let them rot yellow and green. And I’ll sit behind indigo bars, in a bright orange jumpsuit and they’ll ask me why I did it, and I’ll say, because I never asked to me a rainbow. They colored me homicidal. ~Kai Davis

    • 1 month ago
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    I Prefer to Add the Rest of the House as Well http://chzb.gr/XNtfYN

    • 1 month ago
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