Corvus™

why does the moon look like pac-man...?

stress headaches are the worst

TFW; you are playing VR Minecraft and you're in the beach biome so you went into a real life beach for immersion purposes.

when did a brunette fuck like you start dating uhhh cotard

fml

SOMEONE GET ME SOME MORE HARD CIDER

oh wow i had almost forgotten about that feeling of wanting to throw myself off the tallest cliff.... if only there where fucking cliff's in florida. i. am poison. i get you to like me and then i break you, or vice versa, or we break ourselves, it's only a matter of time before everyone i know stops knowing me, it's happened thrice before, "clean slate!" i thought the last times, if it happens again, my slate will certainly be wiped clean...forever.

ur mom GAAAAEEE
*wheezes

you suck COCK

"you sound like you're too volatile to be on the internet" LMAO :joy: i'm fucking.... DYING...

edit: i spilled my fucking hard cider... it was my last one : |

at this point i can't even take arguments seriously, im just fucking shitposting/trolling lol

"this "gun laws don't work because criminals don't follow the law" shtick is like saying we shouldn't control immigration because illegals get in anyway"

that is an improper comparison because we have a fucking constitution protecting gun rights, we don't have a constitution that tells us not to control immigration.
watch this shit this man's next logical fallacy will be the typical "if you aren't with me you're against me argument" he's gunna call me a libtard just watch this shit next.

welcome everyone! 10 new friends in 2 days

sad eyes, uh
mad eyes,
i don't give a fuck eyes.
the boy tries but all he gets are lies eyes.
the days warm, always pass him by, he cries.
who the fuck wants to live in a world that doesn't want to live with them? it's time guys.

hey ladies, fella's, fellaladies. fellow haties, goodbye cry babies.
have you ever looked outside a window? tried to find meaning but all you found is wind? (oh no)
let me ask you a bit of a person question, have you ever wanted to win, but couldn't, because every single fuckin' time you found a dime a quarter was taken?
am i mistaken? the world takes from you so you take from the world, so you ask yourselves "am i forsaken"
the short answer is that you're not, but to the world you might as well be, 'cause the world forgot. you might as well have been shot, but even then the date of which would have been forgot, because we where taught to move on from an early age, leaving the earth distraught, that another beautiful mind has been made a slave to time.
even the knights of the old age where made to fade.

the world hits you... when you're down
just try not to.. make a sound
because if you tell anyone then
the world will swallow you in it's sin.
an ancient bully, from within.
you become the agent of her sin.
all you have to remember, is just one thing,
the world forgets everything.

forgotten, whore-begotten, young minds rotten.
the world burns, it's inhabitant dance with the flames, it's all the same.
the same? yes, the same old thing, you get born, you live, you die, you repeat, just to becomes the plants in the ground's good eats.
but what do victims do who are caught outside the cycle? they sit and they cut, get bruised up, and torn down. then they wail with the same old sound "depression!" they cry, but then, why? why are the mind's eyes of those bright souls left to crumble to dust and beaten down by the only people they know? it's simple, really, even kinda silly, they crave attention so bad that they can't get it, caused by unempathetic- pricks denying them the love they need to succeed. but do we forget? no, only try to, which gives them the specific mindset that they can't cry, too.
so when you find yourself outside the cycle, no path to follow, no fight's to battle.
no purpose, dispurpos, caused by disservice.
don't wail, don't cry, don't let the world pass you by, instead take a line from katy perries song, you roar. but don't just roar, act you, you aren't worthless, you're not a whore, you're not even knockin' on death's barren door. in fact, you are the door, the door to succeed, the door that we don't want but need, the door to a better world without war, or the poor. you help other's the way i helped you, no need to thank me just paying my dues, now it's time for you, your time, your shine, your light, don't fight, just do whatever you feel is right, with that this message is over, like a four-leaf clover in spring, my leaf's have turned away from green i must return to the ground, with a sound not so profound, goodbye and tell your friends of the bottled message you just found.

i crave death