Feast on flesh, break them bones.

Came in, must have come online and collapsed, woke up with my laptop still on my lap and Terence’s profile picture smiling at me haha. It was a good start to the day.

Some girls from my secondary school … seriously.
You people hurt my head.
You were born in essex, and you will die in essex.
In that ugly tracksuit top that’s 10 sizes too big, that your greasey boyfriend gave to you as a present for getting you up the duff. And don’t worry, your child will end up another mindless citizen, such as yourself, who gives girls STDs instead of going to school and who doesn’t even know what the word ‘Politics’ means.
It sounds harsh, but by god it’s fucking true.
These people have no ambition what-so-ever.
And have never achieved anything in their lives.
Just another umemployed and broken family living off the worker’s money.
Hatred.

The saddest part is probably the fact that they seriously think that Essex is the place to be and it fulfills them so that they have no desire to go anywhere else. Christ.

I wake up almost everyday with a song/movie quote drilled into my brain. It’s so odd and they always reflect my mood aswell. It’s like my mind chooses songs when i’m asleep so that when I wake up I know how i’m feeling and can think about stuff. It’s actually pretty fucking cool. 

I was born in a big gray cloud,
Screaming out a love song.
All the broken chords and unnamed cries,
What a place to come from.

I wish to remain nameless,
And live without shame.
‘Cause what’s in a name,
I still remain the same.