all my grief washed away it's the end of my plight no mourning was left only ...

wash away the anger.

my friend killed my minecraft dog

oh no i spilled my milk all over my computer

Eleanor Rigby, Died in the church and was buried along with her name, Nobody came, Father McKenzie, Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave, No one was saved

[Verse] Born into a pack There's no choice but take orders to attack Locked up in chains, I get fed But the hunger still remains Not content to live this way Being led by the blind Got to plan my dispersal Time to leave them all behind [Hook] Breaking out of my pain Nothing ventured, nothing gained I'm my own master now Bear the mark of my scars Shedding blood underneath the stars But I will survive somehow [Bridge] Ooh Ooh [Hook] Hear me howl Time to leave them all behind I'm my own master now

wash away the sorrow all the stains of time.

celebrating your own funeral

the godess of the moon crying after she killed the sun

i was riding in my hat and my jeep flew off my head

a single torn page with a love poem written in ink, paper is weathered and stained while the text is smudged worn disintegrated discolored, seen from front

the moon turned into a pizza and we're all going to die

arriving somewhere but not here all my designs simplified and all of my plans compromised all of my dreams sacrificed ever had the feeling you've been here before? drinking down the poison the way you were taught every thought from here on in your life begins and all you knew was wrong?

the entire world mourning the loss of their favorite sphere that they all pretended held much importance despite the fact that it did not

a sinlge torn page with a love poem written in ink, paper is weathered and stained while the text is smudged worn disintegrated discolored

My favorite friend, the african painted dog

a grieving fallen angel statue next to a lake with the sun shining on it

my heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain i. b. m.,, photo,

why is my grave wet?

abandoned shed

I've got the wind at my back and my foot to the floor I ain't comin' back to you no more I'm sick of your shit and your moaning whine I'm leaving you for good come rain or shine You can cry me a river, cry me a river of tears Yeah, you can cry all you like but it won't change my mind I gotta get away, get you outta my life

i hate my father

feral angel

a detailed, intricate art nouveau portrait painting of a girl who resembles sad, grieving 1 8 - year - old saoirse ronan and emma watson crying together and consoling one another, in mourning wearing all black, by alphonse mucha, donato giancola, and john william waterhouse

biblical God , white grey hair , orange scarf , old man from the sky, is crying in tears and is very sad and sorrow , after creating humans