someone told me once that shooting stars are really just angels throwing away their cigarettes before God could catch them smoking

Someday I think that I’m going to be okay; for now I’m just numbing myself from the sadness that I have. It’s always been with me, lurking into moments of my life; but as I matured, so did the sadness.
It fed off of my trials and so it became bigger than I am. and I can still fight it, I do fight it everyday. But I can’t fight a battle and lead a successful life. So something has to suffer whether it be relationships, or career, or school… something has to make room for this darkness. And here I am, slowly crumbling. The sadness is the strongest part of me, and I live and die from it. It exhausts me but it feeds my intellect and distracts me from pettiness. it’s mine to keep, unlike everything else I have to work doubly hard to obtain.

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unimportant:

ch4nel:

I hate you my soul is missing. I know you took it. I miss smiling and happiness is an outdated concept. Karma will come for you with a baseball bat, and when your blood stains the earth, I will smile. I built my castle and I will also tear it down. If you had a heart I would eat it, if you had a soul I would steal it. But I’m not cruel so I’ll just leave you alone.

I’m a friend of the devils. Are you a friend of mine?

Side Comments Also Written On Wall: Fag, Hell No *Something*, *Something* is my friend, Gods.

i dont understand how this is so powerful but it is 

this is so dark i love it

yes

fleshmorph:

i do bad things because i listen to music with swears