(via dashofpower)oh yea thats nice!
reminds me of requiem for a dream. when he has the day dream of stealing the cops gun and playing monkey in the middle with it.
I feel like I'm lying to you. This isn't how I really sound. This isn't who I really am. I feel like a giant lake, constantly reflecting the mood of the sky above me. I can't feel anything for myself. It's all just a reflection of the world around me or whatever I'm reading or thinking or doing at the moment and whoever or whatever is influencing me at the moment. I am weak and malleable. Tell me who I should be because I have no fucking clue.
"You cannot exist in this world without leaving pieces of yourself behind."
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(via dashofpower)oh yea thats nice!
reminds me of requiem for a dream. when he has the day dream of stealing the cops gun and playing monkey in the middle with it.
