Are you alive or just breathing?

For all my vicious darlings keeping track of my blog entries, or maybe this is your first time here - either way, keep being absolutely obscure and weird. Maybe they don't like you like that, but who cares what they think? Live like you'll die tomorrow, because, who knows? Maybe you will. And don't be scared about dying because of that, be scared of not being loud enough. Be scared of missing out on your own life. Be strange and be grotesque, my lovelies of this truly finite world. 

Inevitably,

              Your Venomous Lovely