I’m laying on the passenger seat with my feet on the dashboard and my head out the door. It’s so hot and I regret the decision to sit in the car while dad goes to a doctors appointment.
you know that quiet girl in class?
yeah she goes home and makes fun of you all on tumblr
I’m mentally ill I will never find a normal relationship or be good for someone I make them love me until they hate me and that’s one of my worst traits
The forensic component of my course doesn’t commence until 2015, but for those whom struggle academically, like me, math and chemistry is incredibly taxing and requires quite a lot of study. That aside, working in the laboratory and playing with chemicals is enriching. I can’t see myself in any other profession.
My second tattoo was supposed to be a tribute to Amy Winehouse. I wanted a lightning bolt on my wrist just like she had, but now I’ve decided I want a portrait of her face.
its not glorification.
do you see me ever saying “yay killing people is fun” or that the men on my arms are cool?
YOU are glorifying them. not me. all you people saying i’m glorifying them, you’re the ones glorifying it. not me. i’m simply expressing myself, expressing my fascination with the deranged, expressing myself.
you people are so fucking ridiculous. shoving not just words but opinions on others. you don’t know shit about me. or my tattoos. or the people on my arm. or the victims of those people. you don’t even give a fuck about them. you didn’t know them. you didn’t cry for them. you didn’t even know they existed. you just see the word “serial killer” and think “aww DA BAD MANNNNNN”… but you don’t know shit.
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