I can't beat monster butts,
but I can feed your hungry guts



I regret nearly everything I did between the ages of birth and however old I was yesterday. 

But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corpse.
Thy victims are they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers withered on the stem.

George Gordon Byron (via observando)

In order to be free, we must learn how to let go. Release the hurt. Release the fear. Refuse to entertain the old pain.

Mary Manin Morrissey (via onlinecounsellingcollege)