• People pairing themselves or their original characters up with TinTin.
• Eating.
• Being fat as a result of eating.
• Love triangles in literature.
• Idiots.
• People being inconsiderate to one another.
• People’s feelings get hurt as a result of this.
• Drama.
• People getting involved in drama that doesn’t concern them.
• Wearing white shirts.
• Bad novels.
• Stupid fanfics of OCs that are terrible.
• Fucking anime OCs that are just recolours.
• Having to think really hard about whether a character in a book is a sue or not.
• Seeing The Hunger Games slapped on books that have nothing to do with it. (I still do enjoy it but it’s being tarnished by being slapped around everywhere like a rent boy’s dick.)
• Blocked noses.
• Phlegm.
• Being dizzy.
• Delusional fangirls.
• The fucking Onceler.
• Ponies.
• Homosuck.
• Not being able to produce a good drawing. 
• People not shutting up about themselves.
• People always talking about themselves.
• Me talking about myself.
• People slagging one another off. 
• Being unhappy.

shaken-by-the-storm:

society has made people ugly.

but this ugly is deemed beautiful, and everyone who values aesthetics will change themselves to fit into that model even the tiniest bit.

Quotable.

(Source: apprecik8)

Your bones are almost visable,

Underneath the decaying green flesh,

The smell of rotting is oh-so fresh,

Upon your body and in my nose,

Skin that once smelt like a rose,

The greasy locks of urine colour,

The sagging breasts I uncover,

I sigh contently and allured,

Your beauty is still pure,

With two fingers I part your lips,

And rest my palm upon old hips,

The whiff of fish I push in,

Maggots writhe on the stamen,

And out pours the blackest goo,

With an odour of some deep sulphur,

I lick some of my fingers, 

And shiver as it’s bitter,

I do not know where it’s from,

A result of your own fault,

I wince and whine,

Then gently recline,

Upon fields of dasies,

I fall into a short lapse,

I awake dizzy, 

You scream and shout,

And I realize in utter horror,

That you were not dead.

icyfornow:

The Adventures of Tintin:

Others:

How I fucking feel. People then turn around and say I’m not putting my best effort into it. It still comes out shitty and below average. 

Everything about me is below average. 

Face, figure, grades, art, personality. Third-rate both up from fucking birth. I just know twenty years from now I’ll be a lonely dead beat. I try to fucking change that and it just doesn’t. I can’t change the status quo, I was born to be shit. The one people look at to feel better about themselves in all the wrong ways. 

Being dead looks attractive right now.