Office by Alex Penny
LOL.
I know this has been posted before. I’m having a hard time finding any fucks to give.
(Source: cavern-ritual)
Photo by Mote Sinabel
“Sabrina” by Einstürzende Neubauten.
“It is as black as Malevitch’s square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winter night’s tale
It suits you well.”
(Source: cinebodywithoutorgans)
(Source: blackwidowsshoppe)
(Source: kuxitokuxito)
Robyn won’t ever talk to me again, well thats what i’m afraid of. I haven’t seen or spoken to her in two months. Two months ago was really stressful for me. school, and two jobs with odd hours? yeah, and i took my anger out on my friends, which wasn’t right, at all. She’s been abused before, so it’s hard for her, I know, but thats not my intentions, honestly. We were fighting back and fourth, an my apologetic attitude went into an anger attitude. She decided to change her number and when went to try to explain myself and how horrible i felt, she called the cops. She tried to get a vpo, which was stupid. She can’t even get a vpo because i’m not a threat. I hate her saying that I’m a stalker to people who don’t even know me. It has a negative colloquies with harm. I’am no way trying to harm her. I have so much more to write but i’m tried. I love how i can butcher writing on a blog. no thesis, no conclusion, it’s just a bunch of fucking sentences.
fuck.
