Shoes with no souls

But the past doesn't exist. How can it? How can something that existed, exist? We can't feel, smell, taste, hear or see the past. Because it's not there any more. It's non-existent.
The future is to be created; the past died the moment we moved on. I realize this - yet I still struggle to ever understand.


Im Nicholas. Im 19. I like to make things out of other things. Simply perplex. I drink myself unconsious. I smoke. I play hard. I love to live, not live to love.

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I never thought this would hurt so much! D:

perfect ass statutoryap3:

one last picture for anon, no more bum photo’s now hahaha.
until i become a twig
perfect ass statutoryap3:

one last picture for anon, no more bum photo’s now hahaha.

until i become a twig

Lazy Day :)

Lazy Day :)

Sincerely be free, not he, but me.

Sincerely me; Sincerely free.
Was everything i fear to be.
An unblanced trouble in my heart
Has ceased to subdue from the start

Sincerely be; Sincerely he,
who’s everything I long to be.
Robust and audacious - my envy hightens.
As my oblivious mind obcurety tightens.
Fracticious and fiery, fierce is my game.
As I’m glowering with hate that’s hard to retain.

I’m to obtain and acomplish what is rightfully mine
Silence has spoken, it’s soon to be time.
Stike and blow. Abeit, the smoke wont rise.
Bleeding and gushing its he meets my eyes.
This mist holds me tight – lungs take back power
No regrets, not this time. I own this hour.

To sincerely be sincerely me
is everything id dreamt to be
There’s blood on my hands, am I afraid?
I’ve finally living the dream I’ve made.
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Silence. Listen? Deep in the shade..
The demons are coming, they’re watching you fade.
Breathe! Damn you. You must not give in
Too late. It’s over. The sincerity within
was pure and fragile and died with him.