Thanks to Tumblr, I have no idea who actually owns these pictures so I can't properly attribute them. They certainly aren't mine. 

Some of these pictures I used to have printed out and hanging from my wall in my dungeon basement. That was when I was at my worst. I used to just chain smoke, stubbing out each cigarette on my skin, idly watching my own thoughts pass by like dark storm clouds. Can I still get into Heaven if I kill myself? And what would it feel like to hang from the rafters? What would come immediately next upon asphyxiation?
 I don't have those thoughts any more. 

I know there's something worth living for in store for me. I just don't know what it is yet...

... and I'm working on total acceptance of just not knowing.

The pain of being mortal, of not being omniscient.

Lobotomize me, like Howard Dully