jake.is.dead

ok, so im jakob, go by jake, dont really give a fuck what you call me, im emo, completely emo, so if you dont like it fuck you, im slightly insane, proven by the pills i now have to take, plus i tend to have random mood changes, so if i snap at you, most of the time i dont mean it so ignore me.
im a suspected schizoprenic, so they tend to keep the white men on alert just in case. im 6'3 -6'5, unnaturally thin and i hate people.

status : if im online in online, if not fuck it.

my fave colours are red and black, i have an explosive temper and i take everything personally.
if you dont like the sound of me, fuck you.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours
than the first consciousness of love—the first
fluttering of its silken wings—the first rising
sound and breath of that wind which is so
soon to sweep through the soul,
to purify or destroy.

I can't tell if a straw ever saved a drowning man,
but I know that a mere glance is enough to make
dspair pause. For in truth, we who are creatures
of impulse, are creatures of despair.

Nothing to do but wait.
In the stale heat
of the attic, in the rippled
full-length mirror, she posed
in velvet, in chiffon, in
her mother's useless clothes,
waiting for her breasts
to blossom and fill
the loose bodice of
her grief.