Made of stone, eternal and animalistic, beautiful and cold, soulless, and yet filled with a hidden, terrifying life. He was surrounded by the aura of a tranquil emptiness, with air and stars, with this desolate death.
Hermann Hesse, Demian (via echymosis)
  • Him: mm yeah baby who's your daddy
  • me: [turns around] YUR NOT MY DAAAAD... Ugly ass fuckin.. noodlehead
  • stability:

    I may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled, I have no idea what the hell im doing