I am the devil, I am here to do the devils work

My dog has a hard-knock life (Taken with instagram)

My dog has a hard-knock life (Taken with instagram)

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH anyone that has gone to beauty school has this those one too many times hahahahah old memories

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH anyone that has gone to beauty school has this those one too many times hahahahah old memories

(via bloodisthenewblackk)

who in life chooses whats forgivable ? if you dont believe in god and you cant forgive yourself, than whats left… we are defined by our opportunities, even the ones we miss.

who in life chooses whats forgivable ? if you dont believe in god and you cant forgive yourself, than whats left… we are defined by our opportunities, even the ones we miss.

because i could never forget you.

because i could never forget you.

i would rather fall asleep knowing i lost a liar, than a lover.

How selfish of you to believe that when you cut yourself off you didn’t cut me just as deep How selfish of you to say that you know me better than me How selfish of you to hide in a circle of lies pretending everything’s fine But the thought of anyone but you never crossed the landmines in your mind You’re just pretending to be naive You can’t really believe that this is about you You, You, You, You, You

this sums up everything ive ever gone through. to this very day.

this sums up everything ive ever gone through. to this very day.

i would give anything to escape this shit world im trapped in and just explore abandon building. i feel we have something in common, these vacant buildings and i. we have all these empty rooms with unsettled business in them. voices echo down the hall and we know that no one is there but the linger of there presence haunts us. we share this mutual pain of knowing we will be in the same place to rot and reminisce on “old” times. the days we were young and freshly painted. the days people enjoyed spending in our presence. oh how those were the days…

i would give anything to escape this shit world im trapped in and just explore abandon building. i feel we have something in common, these vacant buildings and i. we have all these empty rooms with unsettled business in them. voices echo down the hall and we know that no one is there but the linger of there presence haunts us. we share this mutual pain of knowing we will be in the same place to rot and reminisce on “old” times. the days we were young and freshly painted. the days people enjoyed spending in our presence. oh how those were the days…