saix:
Too much wishing, not enough doing.
My creativity is what kills me.
everyone I love ends up leaving.
I think way too much, man.
I defy limitations that are imposed upon me.
I don’t know why I’m here.
She takes everything I love away.
Fuck you, cunt. Please don’t leave.
Every year, a ridiculously different self.
Every girl I date, leaves me.
Life is good, no girls though.
Punctuation problems make me wanna rage.
Nothing I do is good enough.
(via aliceism)
“He stuffed meat down his pants?”


