First rule of treating a gun shot wound: Don't get shot.

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First rule of treating a gun shot wound: Don't get shot.
Born to die.
Repeat after me: I am nothing, I will be nothing until nothingness consumes me at which point I will be less.
I've been watching you forever, I'm just waiting for you to get close enough so I can kill you.
What kind of woman doesn't own an axe?
I know you feel a sense of peace when you hear him calm suddenly in the midst of the night, a sense of peace rushes over you at the thought of his heart stopping.
You feel guilty
One is less than many.
I've torn myself apart for the glory of the damned.
I've destroyed everything I loved to assure myself I never returned to a reality in which anything was as it should be. I break. I burn. I'm that silent nobody that passes without a sound. I wait.
Have a plan to kill everyone in the room.
Befriend everyone, trust no one
Sacrifice me to your leaders, I've given up hope on a future
Use me as a scapegoat, your gods will deal with the remains
Having an existential crisis outside a Taco Bell at 11:30pm?
Priceless
Or don't...you can go fuck yourself.
She moves in a circle of victims; they make her eat her heart in public. She has been bled so many times her blood has lost its color.
Lisel Mueller, from “The Fall of the Muse,” Alive Together: New and Selected Poems (via themotherofrevelation)
Oh noooo you lost, how sad.
For one moment
For a moment I thought I was like you, I thought I was weak, I thought I needed redemption and to find forgiveness in the hearts of others. I thought I needed to find my niche in society, but this bastardized culture and reality you all live in is wrong. It's a pathetic attempt at creating meaning in something as truly meaningless. Nothing matters until you reach the other side.
I speak with the ancients, They've taught me so much about your kind...
Why do you do this?