20. Music. Art. Photography. Humor. Bands.
"He was a man that looked and acted as if nothing could be serious, dressed in black, he mocked black and God and everything else that would earn a laugh. But I knew him, and he took things very much seriously and the things people said."
My mom was addicted to drugs (like crack and coke) for four years after I was born.
So was my dad.
I’ve had a gun pointed at my face because of my mom’s drug addiction.
I was an accident and my parents didn’t know how to deal with me so they didn’t and my childhood was pretty fucked because of it. But now I live with my best friends and I have three more friends who love me.
Idk I’m just saying don’t let anyone tell you aren’t here for anything because you are and you might not realize it yet but you will.
AFTER SPENDING ABOUT 2 HOURS SCROLLING THROUGH MY DASHBOARD I DECIDED TO SHORTCUT REBLOG SOMETHING BUT I ACCIDENTALLY REFRESHED THE PAGE AND STARTED SCREAMIING
I’m not very good at small talk, I want to talk about dying and aliens and sex and meaning and the sky, I am terrible at asking about school and weather