#so edgy

[darkmistandodddreams]

Echte Stellenanzeige für Models/Kleindarsteller, die ich gerade sehen musste. Ich vergesse manchmal WIE verschoben mein Bild von normal ist verglichen mit dem durchschnittlichen Caster aus der Medienwelt:

[randomjammin27]

zimo for fun because i wanted to colour him, the white flowers represent how many times this poor guy gets killed before i get a single kill in mwii (exaggeration) (but this is the reason why i drew this)

(blood warning for version below the cut)

[vintageseawitch]

"omg i didn't know this book was based off a REYLO fanfic waaaah i don't like that 😭😭"

[iwanttobekilledbyworms]

:)

[gunquartersue]

insanely corny post below… youve been warned

i have tgis need to murder someone like i want their blood on my hands snd i want people to feel disappointed and disgusted with me i need to kill somebody……,,,,,,,,,…… like i know i cant fight for shit let alone actually end someones life but its just like. a reoccurring thought of mine

also every time im walking through the hallways at school its like idk “youre all gonna die soon enough” which. no???? im not going to kill anyone why am i thinking that???? stop??????????? i hate my brainnnnnnnnnnbnkllkhrsssyhhjnk

[bugeyedfreaks]

you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised the ppg

[hersurvival]

unwell. and i want to be able to say, "ignore this, all of this. this dark and edgy protective coating." to chalk it all up to the books I read or that i became a poet due to the fact that i twisted my mind to romanticize the smallest things just to cope with them and now i cannot stop falling into limerance, all-consuming obsession, with opposing parallels and forced symbolism. but this glimmer of darkness has been shifting, twisting, evolving from the beginning, born with something rotten in the pit of my stomach my mother called demented. desperate to find something to scare me, something to fear that's not of my mind's own creation. and i wonder if there's a corner yet untouched by shadows, i wonder if the void is still consuming all the light i touch, or if it has reached capacity, the same way i wonder how a dagger through the heart might feel or being chased through unknown woods and dragged onto the road.

how much can i take, how much are you capable of?

one day i will die and i want to know what it will be like.

[rubbish78]

Frank Iero on how being from New Jersey gives them a bit of an edge (x)