December 2011
“Ya no hay vuelta atrás, lo sientes, y justo entonces intentas recordar en que...”
[walks into chair]
me: sorry
chair:
Hijo De Puta: Drapple Chapter 1 (Re-re-rewritten) →
starkid-for-life-bitches:
The old man sat on his bed, wrapped in sheets, as he had for days. His gray hair, once blonde and slick, was nearly gone. What remained was thin and stuck out at random. He simply stared at the mantel piece before him. Sitting atop the rich mahogany was a glass case containing a single green…
It's Christmas Eve. I'm on Tumblr.
th3-wizard-0f-0z:
my thoughts during school: lol penis lol
my thoughts when im trying to go the fuck to sleep: the purpose of life is not to be happy . it is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well
stormcloud:
you could be touching a ghost dick right now and you don’t even know it
10knotes:
Reblog if you’re ending the year single.
Just like I started it!
