There was this awesome gothic lady bug on my lap, but before I could shoot it, it climbed up my back and disappeared.
—Me
A translation to Nightwish’s Kuolema Tekee Taiteilija. <3
Musical notation by Ludwig van Beethoven (I)
My ex
My ex is the ghost that haunts me
That runs away, whenever he catches me
Only to come back and haunt me, again.
But always, always…
Running.
“Bleed well, the heart you’re about to fail. For reasons insane.”
I was going for The Sacrament, but this will do just fine. <3
More death…
Tumblr, reinforcing plagiarism. I just keep reblogging the people I follow. A way for lazy people to feel like they’re doing something, I guess. A bit of what I need. :D
(via queenofshiva)
Hot chick in a box. Can barely notice the cigarette.
(Source: leave-from-hell, via fuckingbiteme)
