Jeffrey Dahmer—whose greatest urge was to have a person who was “totally compliant, willing to do whatever I wanted”— one day, after reading the obituary of an eighteen-year-old, he went to the funeral home to view the young man’s body (which he found so attractive that he immediately hurried to the bathroom and masturbated). After the funeral, Dahmer sneaked into the cemetery late one night with a shovel and wheelbarrow, intending to take the corpse back home, but gave up because the ground was frozen.

"You wanted blues?"
"Dopey stuff."
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
Joshua Graham (via outdoor-anarchy)
Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you had lives ago?
Donte Collins (via analyticalmuslim)
Don’t marry a man unless you would be proud to have a son exactly like him.
(via metaphorically)

October 2002 - Kenya




mmmmmm honey ….