09.09.12 [257] The stars will become so close, and there will be nowhere that I can’t run. Ooooh, there’s nothing sad about it..


Music/title: I Hope I Become A Ghost; The Deadly Syndrome
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“Seriously? ..why? Waste of time, money, and your life. If you wanna die jump off a bridge. Take a bath with a toaster. Don’t delay the fuck out of it.”
. .. . … .
These are the words I choose for my brother that’s currently on his way to pick up some speed, possibly do some coke later in the week. He’s apparently “at the bottom.”
I’m not sure if it bothers me more that he’s going to do them, or that I meant every word I said.
Somebody beat the fuck out of me.
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This photo wasn’t originally meant to feel so dark…

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