Toujours tout seul, toujours faim, toujours soif, toujours la.
I am nothing like you think. Sick enough to destroy a village. Healthy enough to save a city. Happy enough to live. Sad enough to die. The life of a mistake, lived out. Perfection is my goal, anything less than that is destitute and vile.
1:46 abortions, lemon squares, and the pentex. (Taken with instagram)