(via The Grim Gallery: Exhibit 4095)
Fiend Without a Face (1958)
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Fiend Without a Face - Arthur Crabtree 1958
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Kim Parker in Fiend Without a Face (1958).
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Fiend Without a Face | Arthur Crabtree | 1958
He was axeing for it...
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I need drugs, I need opiates…
I wanna take my skin off like a fucking jacket and put it hanging up.
I’m uncomfortable, I feel alone, I don’t have anyone to run too….
I have nobody to talk too who just won’t talk back, I need someone there to fucking listen while I rage the fuck out and than bet on god I’d feel better, I’d get over whatever is going on with me if I could just vent without any other things being throw in the way for just a fucking minute.
Nobody ever gives me a chance tho.
I’m starting to believe that maybe my existence is just here to make everyone happy and laugh.
While I sit here by myself, even when being surrounded by everyone I have nobody.
I’m truly getting ass rammed by god and Jesus.
How are you supposed to be our higher power if you’re just making me and the rest of the world like me suffer?
Im probably just being really bratty honestly but I need help.
I need to feel better, I don’t want to cry, I just want to feel better for a little bit.
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