And once the pain goes away, that’s when the real battle starts. Depression, boredom… You feel so fucking low, you want to fucking top yourself.
live to ride
how did bikers ever get the reputation of being fearsome. Everything I’ve ever heard about them is always rides for charity, helping stray animals, telling kids to stay in school and doing cute shit like this and generally being nicer than 90% of the population.
Did you hear about the time a gang pulled a man out of his car and beat him in front of his wife and child? They surrounded the car and beat on the windows and would’ve killed him. Incidents like that tend to distract from nicer stuffs
those were not bikers, those were those douchbags who ride crotch rockets
"Alfred, Rachel died knowing that we had decided to be together. That was my life beyond the cave. I can’t just move on. She didn’t, she couldn’t." "What if she had?" “She– I can’t change that.”
The Dark Knight Rises (2012) Dir. Christopher Nolan
Countdown to Halloween: American Psycho (2000)
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.