if you know you don’t matter, then you are so much better.
strip yourself off your identity, submit yourself for service, for eternity.
you’re disposable, the grand sight of existence and the truth, now all a possibility.
murder was my sexual fantasy, halted i was, by my asexuality.
i guess it has to come externally, protecting a king, a drug lord or humanity.
( via ch’aysh )
you listen to metal now too, and notice how the white of my eyes are blue. you do a great job believing your life could be over any time. you live it up. maybe that’s why you’ll be fifty, in debt, with three kids, and a wife who’s rubbish, and a tattoo on your back that says “punk for life”, with no future for your kids. it’s sad how you hid behind “life’s short, so live it up”. you prepared for death. but death only betrayed your sorry heart.
almost died yesterday, while driving in the rain on a highway.
horned for my life. and i was saved. and i was like, omg thank you god.