Stuffed full of childhood sentiments. A reminiscence. A wandering. Long hair, scarred skin, big eyes. Foolish. In love with the idea of the LaVey's; Zeena, probably. New moon child, not near as magical as it entails. Self-questioning. Lover of Palahniuk, of Manson, of the intricate, of the lavish, of the hated. Conceptual, logical, sleepy & destructive. Atheist. Tiny little black heart, which is very weak for the weaker. Not in possession of restraint, not at a loss for vices.


Leaving me was okay. People leave me all the time, I’m used to it. What hurts like hell is when you made me feel so damn special yesterday, and then make me feel so unwanted today.

(via hefuckin)

(Source: itsannaliousbabe)