I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I’m dying were the best I’d ever had. I’ve struggled with the pursuit of sanity, you see. I’ve gone a tad bit mad. If you don’t dare venture down the rabbit hole with me, dear friend, that’s just too bad.
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eyemeir:

monocromas:

deathrock:

becausebirds:

The blackest bird there ever was. It’s black on the outside from head to toe, and black on the inside with its meat and organs.

It’s called the Ayam Cemani from Indonesia, and they’re $2,500 a pop. Their bones are black, too. The only part of them that’s not black is their blood 

That’s metal.

Am I the only one that automatically thought “the biggest, blackest cock”?

Is it selfish to say I want you the whole fucking time? I want you in my head. I want you in my bed. I want your hands all over my thighs. Give me your tightest grip. I want to exhale all of my loneliness and sadness to you. I want to breathe you in. I want you. I want you and I want you to want me too. By how do i say this without sounding desperate? (via dahlia—noir)