Once a sceptic, now the critic and you figured you finally found a place of your own amongst the cold and timid souls, where only failure knows your name. Look around for the closest to blame but look no further than the hands beneath your arms.
And now you're six feet down buried with, with your passing fame!
The greatest tragedy is not your death, but a life without reason. Life has no purpose.
“fuck it” tends to be the last thought running through my mind before making any final decisions
i’m not sure if my body can handle much more of this “getting out of bed” nonsense
"eyes that consume light and time and thoughts like a black hole when one stares into their dark abyss”
Probably my favourite thing someone has ever randomly said to me certainly made me grin.