People who are addicted to crack, are called crack-heads. Then, I must be a pen-head, I am so addicted to writing.
Las personas calladas poseen las mentes mas ruidosas.
(Source: nicosk8r, via you-stole-my-heart-cato)
Pain, it’s necessity. If you have no wounds how can you know if you’re alive? If you have no scar how do you know who you are? Have been? Can ever be?
The Play About the Baby (via fuckyeahgreatplays)
(via katuriankaturiankaturian)
We are never content with ourselves, we always want to change something about our appearance, it happens. Unless we just got rid of all our mirrors.
I could see a penis or vagina or boobs or a butt (man or woman) and really not care. People are so offended by their own bodies, it’s just so bizarre to me.
Painting something for my mom, it’s a landscape…I hope she likes it, I have some time without drawing but it’s turning out great :3.
