Teh Aznsensazn

They say something has changed.
They say I’ve changed.
They tell me somewhere I turned cold, that I used to be so affectionate.

They say something has changed.
They say I’ve changed.
They tell me somewhere I turned cold, that I used to be so affectionate.
They claim they don’t understand.
They tell me I used to be cheerful but now my eyes and tone of my voice lost its light and admits fear.

Unsure whether it’s because of the painful memory but I go on by emptying my heart.
Lucid hearts are defective products of this world. That’s why I badly want to taint mine.
They tell me that if you love, you start to take after each other; maybe I want to take after you a bit.

Atrocious. Love is atrocious.
You were the very reason I breathe for, but now you’re suffocating me.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only gets worse as you dig deeper.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only pains as you learn about it.
More you know, worse you become.

The words I wouldn’t normally get riled up about: “You don’t seem yourself”.
I question, “What is me?” but of course I know only too well.
I can’t bear to look at myself.
Whether I’ve been embraced or have closed my eyes, I just can’t sleep at ease.
I yearn for alcohol, something I usually have hard drinking.
Drunk on anxiety, as the dawn drizzle pours down I stagger through the street
I start to quarrel and my mouth that once used to whisper so many kind words has been tainted by a profanity.
Can’t rest till this small thing becomes a catastrophe.
I end up telling lies like a second nature and you keep harassing me in the name of ‘Love’

Atrocious. Human are atrocious.
You were the very reason I opened my eyes for, but now you’re concealing them.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only gets worse as you dig deeper.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only pains as you learn about it.

Only thing that’s worse than you is,
I, who couldn’t forget you and ended up being tainted.
I, who continues to act cold towards the other people.
Only thing that’s worse than you is,
I, who couldn’t forget you and ended up being tainted.
I, who is cold towards the other people.

Atrocious, it’s atrocious.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
What we call love.
Love is a sickness.
Can I get a witness?
Atrocious, it’s atrocious.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
What we call love.
Love is a sickness.
Can I get a witness?
Love is a sickness.
Love.

Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only gets worse as you dig deeper.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only pains as you learn about it.

true story bro XD

joanna-wu:

joetea:

freelancelove:

spinelessdreamer:

mudbloodsanddemigods:

andyts:

GUYS.

3D PRINTING.

SCAN AN ITEM.

PRINT A DUPLICATE.

NO.

FUCKING SHIT.

IM SERIOUS.

WATCH THAT FUCKING VIDEO.

FUCK.

TECHNOLOGY.

FUCK.

imagine if Voldemort had this. there will be a gazillion horcruxes and he will never die. and it’s scattered all over the world. OMG.

on another note, I could print Tom Felton and have it in my room. LOL.

whoa.

my mind has been fucked

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… o.o