But whenever I visit I come home and have this insane need to shoot up the darkest black tar heroin I can find or fuck the first person I see on the street or plunge myself into the hudson to confirm im still alive
Images
I look out my window and I see the same mcdonalds and geiko advertisement – but they don’t feel the same anymore. But I don’t know what that means
I understand why people have ripped society apart
I refuse to become another humanoid producing trash and buying useless pieces of cotton and plastic and taking up space. I don’t want to be a consumer. I want to create something
Enjoying the attention of the tourists but pretending not to
Superhero movies have totally sucked the oxygen out of cinema
I guess there are some parts of yourself that once they’ve gone, you can never get back
Don’t judge a taco by its price
The American dream is clubbing itself to death
Where to go? Where to go? Girl. Wherever the fuck you want
My life is a hashtag 