imagination station

Is this nauseous or is this nervous?
I don’t know

Up onto the overturned keel
Clamber, with a heart of steel
Cold is the ocean’s spray
And your death is on its way
With maidens you have had your way
Each must die some day!

(via luvtheviking)

Weight loss tip number #37:

Put down all of the intoxicants for a while and loose ALL of the appetite.

I knew this would come back to bite me in the ass - I just didn’t think it would be a year later.

FUCK HOW COME EVERY FUCKING PERSON I KNOW IS SO GOD DAMN THICK SERIOUSLY HOW CAN YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M TRYING TO COMMUNICATE

fucking christ

Fuck every second of this garbage.

This isn’t about my safety. It’s about your sense of security.

I never wanted to make a fuss out of this. I just want my god damn stuff back.

Also, the making noise on Friday thing has almost nothing to do with my weapons. Fuck friends. No - fuck fair weather friends.

Fuck the snakes in the grass that slither away when the air gets cold.