Reblogged missilekidding
This Is How I Disappear
This Is How I Disappear
i walk into the bank and up to the counter “yes what can i do for you” the lady asks. “motherlode” i reply and instantly i have $50,000 in my hand
“Sometimes, I can still taste the blood of the past and hear the echoes of old voices that cease to exist. Sometimes, it feels like my soul is stuck in history, and my current life is none other than a show of play pretend.”
— Lukas W. // Blood of the past
i am going to kill the president of the united states of america, leathermouth.
NYC 2003 - by Justin Borucki
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jenna marbles goes on vacation for one week and youtube collapses