Steven

If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.

“

—	Seneca (via fuckyeah seneca)

Losing my sight, losing my mind, wish somebody would tell me I’m fine.

Actually

Considering not talking to my dad any longer. Whats the fuckin point now?

Paint me like one of your French girls

Dostoyevsky

So tired

of my own fagetry and my dads drinking…