Only those who stay Dead shall remember Death.

Recently, I (Lana) discovered that when rearranged, the letters in my name spell torn loyal tea. I think it's cool and rather telling. Ever since, I've grown slightly convinced that much of my life consists of a tragic array of conflicted interests.

That said, I should warn you I'm one of those hopeless wrecks trying to quench an insatiable boredom. However, this isn't the means, it's simply the outlet.

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Birthmarks are supposedly wounds from how you died in your previous life.

-unifydiversity:

dak0ta:

fuckyeahjenna:novocaine:brighteye:sarahptor:
werewolves:yerawizardharry:lifethatyouhate:slutbag

clearly, my right arm was violently hacked off and i bled to death. clearly.

so I was stabbed and/or penetrated by something in my right lung? cool beans.

Stabbed in the neck, cool beans, clearly.

I was shot in the head, missing my temple? clearly, cool beans.

I don’t have any birthmarks.

Okay, So.. I was stabbed/shot or something in my vagina? NO.

I’ve never heard that superstition before, but I like it! Except I don’t think I died from a leg wound. Cause isn’t that major vein somewhere in your thigh, not near your calves? The one that you could bleed to death from?

(1 year ago)