Do you think real thoughts of your own or do you just take directions straight from Satan’s mouth?
Why can’t I make you mine even in my dreams?
I thought we agreed to fight for, not against, each other? Now I’m left with no choice but to kill you.
I wish I had answers.
But I only have feelings.
And those hurt.
Thanks, mom and dad, for projecting your own failed dreams onto me.
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.
Brutal Simplicity Theme