revising the south.: No matter how chaotic the past has been.. I am not my past. I am not...
No matter how chaotic the past has been.. I am not my past. I am not my failures. I am what I have right now, in this moment. I will not be this person tomorrow. I am always changing.. A constant development. A walking art form. I am infinitely more complex than all of my individual problems added…

grim reality has shown me it’s hideous face .. i have one cigarette left…

I just made this in Paint, and I need you all to pretend it’s funny and reblog it.







