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A lil about me:
24y/o
Male
Smoker
I am, contrary to what some may tell you, really friendly and you know what? a fucken nice guy.
Also the direct translation from latin of Mortgage is Death Grip and thats something i pass onto people, because my dad passed it onto me. So fuck you bitch.
Here you will see some NSFW stuff and blogs of everyday life and stuff that i stumblr across on the internets.
Mostly tv shows, comics, movies and music, Wahammer and PC/Console gaming.
I'm happy to answer any question you throw at me, so feel free to ask me anything that comes to mind.
Drop me an question :)
Also, you are reading this in my voice..
Kiwi

 

Just like every other day really.

Self doubt sucks, you sit there and it hits with the power of a tornado.
The wind being knocked outta your sails doesnt even begin to describe how it feels for me.
Cause i just sit there, and then all of a sudden, i start thinking
“What if this isnt right?”
“What if this is the wrong choice?”
“What if im wrong?”
“What do i do now?”
Its the most annoying thing that happens to me on a daily basis, just a lil self respect could go along way, but when i forget to take my pills or its just one of those days where i feel horrible just being alive, the best thing i can do is talk to those who make me happy.
So thats what i aim to do, talk to those who make me happy, cause that shit is addictive, smiles are addictive, and so are you.
But how do i know that being happy is enough and that i am doing the right thing? i always get the feeling that im not going to succeed in anything, that others are better off than i am, and that i basically just generally dont do enough to get by, or only enough to get by.
Am i close to getting it right? How will i know when i am? How will i know when im happy, cause i’ve been faking it for so long? 

Hearing the disappointment in your voice made me regret leaving.

Just like every other night really

You know that sound that comes through your speakers if you have your phone to close to them?

I get that sound so often come through my speakers when im at the computer, I sit there and watch my phone incase it lights up or plays my txt alert really loudly.

But i dont get a txt, in fact i can go a whole week without getting txt’d by anyone.

I feel sad that i even have a phone.

Also now doubt that ill be getting any sleep tonight, and i have an early class in the morning.

Should i even care?

What Is Lamplight?: Just like every other night really

whatislamplight:

You look like a Cuba street “freak” the kind of people that we gawked at and rolled our eyes at.

You’ve given in to all these. Reckless dark desires. Your Lying to yourself again”

You look like shit, and its a terrible waste.
Earlier this week, a friend of mine said that you “used to look…

Im really High, and this is on my mind.

Get me outta hea!

Fucken booored.

he says with a week till things change AGAIN.

Just like every other night really

Writing a poem, depending on how many times i have to go over it, i might put it up on my tumblr.

Just want to get certain people outta my head.

just for tonight.