Hi, I'm a neurotic lush who loves art, nostalgia, tattoos, women, and Destiel. I write crappy free-verse poetry and will probably be a college student for the rest of my life. I lead a very mundane existence.
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Lots of reblogging, supernatural, supernatural, supernatural... did I mention supernatural?, randomness, ranting, nudity, sexual themes, body mods, homosexuality, art, fandom fun, food, occasional politics, feminism, supernatural, and peanuts. Enjoy.
"You may not agree with a woman, but to criticize her appearance — as opposed to her ideas or actions — isn’t doing anyone any favors, least of all you. Insulting a woman’s looks when they have nothing to do with the issue at hand implies a lack of comprehension on your part, an inability to engage in high-level thinking. You may think she’s ugly, but everyone else thinks you’re an idiot."
"I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party."
"Looking back, I stopped writing in my notebook when I stopped wanting to know myself anymore. If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head."