Everyone around me keeps talking about opiates and its making me itch.
I need some real bad. But i know better.
I got really drunk last night and freak ed out on stephanie.
I hate losing myself like that
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life … But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
The new version of Pixel-Drifter has a GUI and real-time processing visualization, which can be recorded with a screencast program and sped up using any number of editing programs. :)
im glad me and stephanie arent fighting or angry at each other anymore. were getting along and im learning how to handle all my stupid anxiety. now if i could just make our sex work. i have no idea how to do that though
this looks way to perfect on my blog
and its transparent
This is the most calming gif I have ever seen
THIS LOOKS SO SICK ON MY BLOG