I’m gonna miss you Uncle Jeff, I’m so glad you were in my life as often as you were. You were a great guy and you helped us out a lot, and this world isn’t gonna be the same without you. Love you always, unc.

My brother did this tattoo on me a little under a year ago, but this is just my way of saying R.I.P Maurice Sendak, I truly loved your work.

Brozer! I’m good, just chilling out before doing another resume drop off, how’re you? That’s cool bro! I kept seeing things that I was sure were yours but I finally found the link to your page before haha

The sweat on your brow is proof you know you are already defeated. Yet, like a fool, you stand. I will bring down the wrath of my ancestors in a powerful swoop and obliterate your soul. This crown upon my dome is a sign that you’re weak and pathetic against my hand. So choose. A life of shame at not having challenged me, or death. It is up to you, but if you decide to attack me I will let you know now that not even your closest of relatives will recognize your charred corpse. They will only recognize your defeat, as is fate. So will you lift your foot, or keep it planted in the soil? Will you unsheathe your sword, or keep your sad weapon in it’s place? Your blade won’t even connect with the entity that is my body because it will look into your heart and find no courage, then it will turn upon you, and you will have to suffer an ironic fate at the hands of your own power. These are not mere words, they are being read from the script of destiny carved into your flesh for only my eyes. I am the keeper of universal power, you don’t stand a chance against the pain I have in store for you.

Would you, please,

just stop

explaining things

in such an

undeniable fashion?

I quite enjoy

not having any

of the answers. 

Please, and

thank you.

Nope, don’t think so! Pretty broke at the moment, plus I’m a bigger fan of early Beatles anyway, rather than their psychedelic stuff. 

Oh Cocorosie

So much love for these two godesses

As a kid, too busy

hating yourself,

you miss your childhood.

All you have are these

terrible

memories, of yourself

trying to read poetry aloud

but breaking down 

every time,

because your stutter

wouldn’t let you

get past the first line.

Haha yeah, haven’t had it for too long though! Aww thanks babe, you’re sweet :D and we both know there is no way of making tickling polar bears silly, it’s just plain fuckin radical :P