Everybody needs a place to rest
Everybody wants to have a home
Don’t make no difference what nobody says
Ain’t nobody like to be alone
“I have often wondered why I was painted in fragrances of romanticism, I should always have been painted in black blood and poetic cannibalism.”
— Channing M (via le-immorte)
hey no offense but when will a guy with long hair and soft heart fall in love with me?
yall ever be losing your fucking mind but chilling at the same time
beberequin 