What is your fuel?
I need fuel. We all do. Some people find what they love to do, and they let that special thing to kill them. Some people just fuck their lives running from what they are. They choose easy way. But they end up realizing that easy way kills much more painful than all the trouble caused by “real fuel”. My fuel, ladies and gentleman, is love. And I am fucked up guy, that dies slowly and in pain.
This was my confession. Yes. I don’t like churches. I like tumblr.










