Love is an evil thing
*on my deathbed*
nurse: do you have any last words
me: i………..regret……being so……m…..mean………and heartless…………….
*the light goes out of my eyes*
*a small piece of paper falls out of my hand*
*the paper says one word only*
“sike”
(Source: greelin, via pizzaoverpussy)
Wern everytime I turn corners~
Art and science are two sides of the same coin.
While the artist strives to describe life,
The scientist strives to explain life.
Neither strive for others,
It is for themselves.
The artist interprets.
The scientist deciphers.
It is the only way either know how to live.
For life is something most complicated.
Without a description or an explanation,
The soul is lost.
So forever we will strive.
4:06am
Love it
That time
