@ Gangis Underground Tattoo by Khym
“borgy”
(a cold) spin
i can’t find my hash..
shit..
My feelings in a nutshell
I’ve been off it for days and I’ve been at this for days as well.
The only explanation I could find for this brewing hatred is the halted use of my medication. Withdrawal symptoms include: depression and anger. (Either that, or I’m just being a little bitch). The scary part however, is the fact that even when on it I still find myself highly unamused. I can’t help but feel that this implosiveness has come to a critical standpoint of inevitable breakage. All that ugliness coped up and collected into a small eternal abyss of apathy, or so I thought it was limitless.
This moment, that moment and time as I frustratingly poked the bonfire at the beach, was the height of it. I couldn’t remember when it started but it was there. I could say now however, that it wasn’t about her. Not about a single girl any more. But I did hate her then.
Everything has gone awry. I can’t tell how ridiculous and pathetic it feels in my head right now. Neither can I tell anyone, no one to run to. And no one should ever expect to be fully understood by anybody for that matter. Because no one ever can, that’s a given fact.
I poke with more infuriation. I’ve begun to hate everything around me.And even before then, beyond all reason… if it were possible, I’d do so.
Set fire to the world and burn with it.
"Listening to him it occurred to me that the only thing that could give me some satisfaction at that precise moment was to set fire to the whole world and burn along with it."
Carlos Ruiz Zafón , An Angel’s Game
(Source: dorayoder)
lone
so what did you bring for your weekend trip?
gabo
jaaayyywwalkin’
