tropicalfruitbabe:

*doesn’t check bank account*
*pretends everything is fine*

jonesdavid813:

cyanblur:

cyanblur:

what do you call this color gradient?

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black to the fuchsia

oh my god

The more I watch Psycho Pass, the more I want to pass judgement on the pieces of shit I have encountered in my few years of living. Like my ex boyfriend who posted naked pictures of me from 5 years ago, as well as my friend, and his current girlfriend. If I could make your life end slowly and painfully, I would most certainly indulge myself in the art of murder. But frankly, there is too much that I want to do to my car, and being in jail or put to death would not help with that at all. Every time I hear a select few names, it makes me cringe. Not with fear, but utter disgust that someone could be a waste of skin and bones. Breathing the same air is an insult. I am so hateful and so happy to be hateful. I vomit hatred. I’m not sick or twisted. I’m merely a product of thoughts and reactions. It seems I’ve had an oh so pleasant life so far. I live for the amusement.

zamezuka:

fractiousdebutante:

your blog is basically what your bedroom wall would be if no one cared

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LOOK AT THE CAT
—me every time there is a cat regardless of the situation (via freespiritfly)

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