Femme.Nocturne

Creatures and monsters lurk in this skull of mine.
My prey and my predators are the thoughts of mine.
While all else is found, I am still hidden.
Femme nocturne,
forever, forsaken.

I would love to wake up one day and be incapable of caring. I would love to wake up and know for sure who is by my side and who isint.

People in life play silly games with you. You never know who’s there, who they are, and what they will become.

I hope won day my heart will grow to learn that the emotions aren’t worth the hurt.

My mind has, but my heart is in the way.

I want to not give a shit like you do and act like everything is ok.

Which mentality is better? No one will ever know.

Just a rant.

I want to take the entire clan of the Westboro Baptist Church, shove them in a giant cage, and have all the gays in the world come and have sex in front of them, then go bukkake and fucking cum all over their faces and make them drown in semen till they die.

Driving downtown Toronto…

My friend from the UK: “WHY IS YONGE STREET EVERYWHERE?!” (in a British accent)

Everyone in the car: :|

10 seconds later…

Everyone: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA