Dead Man Walking

a1/a2 as doggies!!

Andrew doodles

this fucking sucks. i’m going to [remembers suicide jokes are damaging to my mental health] physically fight my future boyfriend's abusive father

my dealer: yooooo this shit is straight gas 😛💲💲 this strain is called "Jesus of suburbia" it'll make you feel like the son of rage and love 🔥🔥🔫💔

me: yeah whatever i don't feel shit

5 minutes later: bro i feel like i'm at center of the earth in a parking lot of the 7/11 where i was taught

my buddy jimmy pacing in the corner: the mayor of jingletown is lying to us

"Would you care for a little tone for the journey, Master Witcher?"

"history will absolve me" as the e-mail signature

STARING AT UNFAMILIAR CEILINGS AND I SHOULD LEAVE CAUSE EVERYBODY HERE IS TRIPPING SOME NEW DRUG EXCEPT FOR ME… CAUSE I DON’T HAVE THE MONEY.

amputee neil josten is something that can be so personal

adam parrish looks different every time you see him. that’s partially demonstrated in the first chapters of cdth, but sometimes his hair is red. sometimes it’s a spunky strawberry blond, or a golden brown, or hay colored yellow. the skin under his eyes is so thin that it gets all purple and veiny, especially when he’s tired but that’s kind of always. sometimes his skin is a sickly sort of grayish yellow but others it’s a dusty tan, a product of working on his cars in the virginia sun. his clothes always seem to fit him differently, it’s the way they hang or perhaps the way he holds himself. every once in a while he has these scary, angry, blue eyes, an inherited gift from his father — but more often theyre the same muddy grey as the sky he looked up at, clouds rolling in overhead, from when he was young. he is stringy and small and six feet tall at the same time. unlike gansey, this has never been “all there is.” and it never will be.