Food never lies. Religion does.
I love you, but I’m not on your side.
I’m tired of being the “clever” one. I want to be the one everybody wants to FUCK.
I’d rather chase a high than any dream.
If this isn’t hate, then why does it feel so good?
I’ll do anything in the name of hate, except love.
I don’t want to consume the body and blood of Christ; I want to consume the body and blood of you.
You are everybody’s happiness douche.
Even among outcasts there is a social hierarchy.
Do you REALLY want to risk knowing where you stand?
Now is all you have. And that’s sad.
Let’s use our tears of sorrow as sexual lubricant.
It’s not safe to be me. It never was.
Don’t make me assume my ultimate form.
When I close my eyes I can see disappointment staring right back at me.
All of the time, tears, and sleepless nights it took for you to finally speak up and out, only to find the world doesn’t care at all about you or what you have to say.
Brutal Simplicity Theme