Hanschen klein

Hanschen klein geht allein
In die weite Welt hinein.

I busted my kneecap against the gottdamn asphalt and now it won’t stop dripping with yellow pus. Imagine it. Frayed, scraped away skin dripping with yellowness so much so that it keeps dripping through and down my jeans.

Speaking of shit that’s annoying. I watched Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark last night. It sucked. But at one point I got to yell INTRO OF DARKNESSSSSSS and someone snickered. JOB WELL DONE. EAT ME.

It’s cold so today I shall spend my time dabbing at my pus-ing knee and drinking tea. I just wrote a rap song. Drop me a beat. No.

Okay. My head is dizzy. Bye.

i prefer guy friends because they are fun and dont start drama

slut on my newsfeed (via youjustwaitandsee)

The only people that hang out with me are guys. Four best guy friends, hallo. I’m drunk and fucked up reblog. Lick my crotch. I do what I want.

(Source: internetpiracy)

Audience, what are you doing putting dead bodies in rides, audience?

Audience, what are you doing putting dead bodies in rides, audience?