Beyond Any Sadness, What I Feel Most Is Pride
Call me Zeb. I hail from England. I play bass and take photos of shit and like to call it art. No matter what I do, I'm always going to be an artist, and I refuse to settle for anything less; even if it leaves me with no money; because money doesn't make people happy and I need to be happy. Don't ever be afraid to talk to me, I'm just a seventeen year old without a life. You shouldn't care, but I self harm and have a fucktone of issues -I do not promote any of these nor encourage it. My blog will contain nudity, everything gay and gender-bending, self-mutilation and shit loads of swearing with the frequent side orders of kink, creepy and wrong in the head disgusting thoughts.
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→ 01 Jul 12 at 11 pm
[image: grey flowers. text: “We have known one another for a year now. You have become the most important person
in my life, and you know this. So why is it that you complain about not having a girlfriend when I’m right here? You know who I am, you know what you mean to me. I know I’m younger and I know I’m not perfect, but I want you nonetheness. If you don’t want to see me, even as a friend anymore, at least tell me because I’m not leaving you until you tell me to. ”]
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