The name's Chris. I'm 17. And if I could just kill myself, the world would be a much better place.Home Ask Submit Archive My Big, Dumb Facebook
This is you. This is where all your thoughts are kept. Every other part of your body is used to protect and sustain this.
I want to cry
it’s weirdly comforting to know that all of the meaningless bullshit society judges me on is just a meatsuit made to support the terrifying tentacle beast that is my true form (◡‿◡✿)
THAT LAST COMMENT. BAM.
A group of Woodstock goers on the highway in 1969.