• tim burton: hey guys i had an idea-
• producers: oh god not again
• tim burton: so we have some undead people
• tim burton: who are creepy and shit
• tim burton: and helena you know my wife helena she's in it of course
• tim burton: and we call up johnny you know johnny depp to be in it
• tim burton: what do you think?

• tim burton: hey guys i had an idea-
• producers: oh god not again
• tim burton: so we have some undead people
• tim burton: who are creepy and shit
• tim burton: and helena you know my wife helena she's in it of course
• tim burton: and we call up johnny you know johnny depp to be in it
• tim burton: what do you think?

Why do I feel like everything would be better if I never existed?

People just seem better off without me - in a weird way. I mean, people aren’t really mean to me or anything, but I feel out of place all the time, like I don’t belong.

Not that I don’t like my friends, I love my friends. But it just seems to me like everything would run smooth if I wasn’t there. This isn’t me whinging about being a teenager who can’t find his place in life, it’s a lot deeper than that.

I can’t help but get the feeling I wasn’t meant to exist at all - like I’m some kind of error in a timeline - or in someone else’s imagination. Once again, it sounds like I’m just a teenager who thinks the world revolves around me, but I swear that isn’t it.

I’m just completely out of place. It’s like I’ve failed a quest on a video game and can’t reset and try again.

shaving23spiders:

His palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
there’s vomit on spaghetti already
mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
to drop bombs
but he keeps on spaghetti

(via kittenboogers)