Knowing life is meaningless, absolutely. Knowing everything is for nothing that some day nothing will be here anymore. What’s the point, you know you’re dead long before your actually dead but too fucking stupid to think it. I’ve been dead for 20 years. I know it the faster you accept it the better everything will be. Your not so special you get a new life or a pretty place in the sky to call your next home. Get over it you just die and are gone. Thats all it’s ever been. No one is that wonderful they deserve a separate place or a second chance. If you were that wonderful to get a second chance you wouldn’t have fucked up the first time.

fuckwhyischoosingaurlsohard:

do you ever come up with a story in your head and you’re like ‘OMG THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING IN THE HISTORY OF EVER I THINK I’LL WRITE THIS’

but then you don’t know how to write and its just

travelviatardis:

I didn’t choose the fandom life,

the fandom life grabbed and chloroformed me on the way from school and dragged my unconscious body to it’s basement.