BECOME THE MONSTER THEY EXPECT YOU TO BE

If you love something, kill it. Then it will be yours eternally.

_{Let’s all remember that Ky would sell out anyone if given the right motivation or… maybe he just wants a corn chip.}

morals are for mortals

Person A: I have an idea.

Person B: No murder.

Person A: I no longer have an idea.

press conference

interviewer: what do you say about allegations that you are an awful & extremely bad human being
me *leaning forward so my lips touch the microphone*: its correct

inkskinned:

excuse me. pardon me. now, i’m a reasonable person. but not one (1) person has confessed their undying love for the idea of me, and frankly? none of you respect the work i put into cultivating a false image of happiness which protects my heart from real relationships or trust. like, it takes time to be an emotionally distant figure with a fluid personality that shifts based on the company because i’m terrified of who i might actually be. like, no offense? but the fact i am entirely numb and unsure of whether or not i am even truly capable of love shouldn’t stop you? despite the fact that i frequently crash and burn and ruin my own life – like, my hair is soft? and i’ve got nice eyes? so fuck you, honestly,

feverdreamsuggestion:

so many facades. you lost track of which one is you. maybe none of them are. maybe you never were.