Do not reach for the stars. They are giant balls of fiery gas. Waste of time.
He looked at her affectionately and said,
“wut dat mouf do?
85 YEAR OLD BEST FRIENDS OH MY GOD PLEASE JUST WATCH THIS
in fact, i want my pain to be inflicted on others. i want no one to escape.
The Purest Strain of Hate | Thy Art Is Murder
- you have never seen your own face, only reflections and pictures
- something is always touching you
- you can always see your nose
- your tongue never sits comfortably in your mouth
- you will never feel something exactly the same way someone else does
- you can’t imagine a new colour