"Who taught me to hate myself so well?"
*gasp*
*pointing at the mirror*: "You fucking bitch-"

I have a tendency to make everything about me. It's a dangerous hallucination. Sometimes I think I should just ignore everything to prevent myself from being deeply embarrassed. I never actually do it.

Tell me darling, what does it feel like to be known as the fool?

Little wolf skin boots
And clove cigarettes
An erotic funeral
For which she's dressed
Her perfume smells like burning leaves
Everyday is Hallow's Eve

Loving you
Loving you
Love, Loving you
Was like loving the dead
Was like fucking the dead

Here you go guys! A new painting after a while.

*dies*

لحظه‌ای چند بر این لوح کبود، نقطه‌ای بود و سپس هیچ نبود.

I'M SO HAPPY AND LIFE MAKES A LOT MORE SENSE NOW

my head hurts.

I think I'll stop using the word "gay" as a way to describe something feminine or non-masculine.
When you actually think about it, it's kind of wrong. Especially since people mostly use it to describe something they don't like or find silly or pathetic. It's not fair.

decisions, decisions.

"The ultimate meaning" is just a fragment of man's imagination to ruin life for everybody by constantly questioning its legitimacy.

Meaning does not exist. It never has and it never will. In fact, life is more enjoyable without it.

Sometimes I feel like every good thing only ever happens to other people and is out of reach for me.
Even when everything in my life is going great, I don't get to fully enjoy it because I always dread the storm after the silence.
I'm convinced that no good thing ever lasts and life just has to go wrong all the time.
Accepting and believing that everything is just fine doesn't come naturally to me.

Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins