Cerberus.
maybe exactly what i need is to get as far away from what i see as it is possible to be.
sometimes, i wonder… how many people i’ve killed.
long ago, i lost count… hundreds? thousands? i don’t know… there was a time when a day didn’t go by where i didn’t murder someone. these were all good murders of course! i wouldn’t murder anyone who didn’t deserve it, or just had to be killed… due to circumstances.
"I never knew my birth parents. There was a car accident. My birth mother was incinerated, and I only survived because her smoking carcass had formed a protective cocoon of slaughtered human effluence. A Belgian man and his fifteen year-old love slave with webbed feet were looting the accident scene, and came across a blood soaked baby, moi. They raised me to be evil. You know, that old chestnut."
- Dr. Evil (via positivelyindecent)
why my brother is a bad influence-
“nic, you’ll understand one day, when you have to put bag over a girls head.”
(Source: backtobonez)
my lungs are fresh and yours to keep; kept clean and they will let you breathe
happy new year mother fuckers.
