ALARM ALARM, I SEE YOU SO SAD.
mother's hate and avenging spirit. i want purity & i'll fight for it, no matter if i get hurt. ✌
☣ radioactive child ☣
i don’t respect myself anymore. and i don’t care
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski (via