Too weird to live, to rare to die
Too weird to live, to rare to die
A messy, dirty, random blog made by a girl with a messy, dirty, random mind . Seeker of the weird and wonderful. I'm only 19 but my mind is older. Pisces. Born March 12. Born & raised in CT. Free as my Hair. Movie Junkie & Fashion Lover. A professional dick schemer. Gangster Rap may have made me do it. Oh Ask Me anything <3
To Bald Snakes & Men With Stubble

moderateclimates:

I remember welts upon my back,
the seatbelt drawing blood.

I can still taste cigarettes
lingering on my thirteen year old tongue.

I cannot stop tracing the bruises
your elephant fingers left upon my skin.

I know where you have fled to:
the darkness has taken you…

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Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed. Frederich Nietzsche (via psych-facts)
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