“I prepare for the noble war. I’m calm, I know the secret. I know what’s coming and I know no one can stop me, including myself. I kill people I like. Some of them beg for their life. I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel anything. It’s a filthy world we live in. It’s a filthy goddamn helpless world, and honestly, I feel like I’m helping to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run in the streets. I’m helping to take them somewhere clean, and kind. And there’s something about all that blood man, I drown in it. And Indians believed that blood holds all the bad spirits. And once a month in ceremonies they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free. Now there is something smart about that, very smart. I like that. You think I’m crazy?… The world is a filthy place, It’s a filthy goddamn horror show. There’s so much pain you know? There’s so much”—Tate Langdon, American Horror Story (via alovelycup)
Ruth:And the woman said to me, you're just so content. You must have had a really good life. And I said to her, after 85 years I did have a good life. Except when my husband died too soon, when I broke my hip, pelvis, and other parts, when my sister got cancer, when my son got diabetes and then he became blind...."
Me:Oh Uncle Rick, how could you! I can't believe you went blind. It's all your fault. How insensitive of you!
Rick:I'm so sorry, Ma. I really didn't mean to make your life so hard. I'm sorry.
Me:You jerk, you could have been nice and kept your sight!
there are still some people i’ve followed for a while now but still don’t really talk to for whatever reason but we reblog shit from each other all the time and sometimes i look at their icon and i’m like