no matter what they say, I am still the king
Life consists of eating, sleeping and complaining.

My internal organs are made of stone.


I’m having a conversation with one of my friends and I ask him, “What defines you?” and he responded with, “Nothing. A definition excludes the possibility for change.”

This is one of the best responses I’ve ever received to any of my questions.

(via wokeupwithasmileonmyface)