Trees and people used to be good friends.
every normal man must be tempted, at times,
to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag,
and begin slitting throats.
"You can't take a picture of this...it's already gone."
“But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?”
LIKE I WANNA GO HOME AND SLEEPILY PLAY ON THE INTARWEBZ (yes that required caps, i feel very strongly about this)
Terrible things happen to good people every day.
Consequentially, I am not one of the good people.
I am one of the terrible things..
Take the weakest thing in you
And then beat the bastards with it
And always hold on when you get love
So you can let go when you give it