Humans Are. Disgusting

Humans Are. Disgusting

If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you want to do?

30 Day Challenge


1. I would write letters to everyone I love.

2. I would then spend all the money I’ve wanted to spend.

3. I would fly out to the most beautiful place in the world with the person I love most.

4. I would then eat the most delicious food and drink shit loads of bourbon and vodka.

5. I want to die while peaking on acid while jumping off the tallest cliff in the world at sunset.

Cross what you have done/true.


  • I have/had piercings besides the ears.
  • I want piercings besides the ears.
  • I have many scars.
  • I tan easily.
  • I wish my hair was a different color.
  • I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
  • I have/want a tattoo.
  • I can be self-conscious about my appearance.
  • I have/had braces.
  • I have more than two piercings.


  • Disney movies still make me cry sometimes.
  • I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
  • I’ve glued my hand to something.
  • I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose
  • I’ve had my pants rip in public.
  • I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.


  • I’ve gotten stitches
  • I’ve broken or dislocated a bone.
  • I’ve had my tonsils removed.
  • I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
  • I’ve had chicken pox.


  • I’ve been to Florida.
  • I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometres in one day.
  • I’ve been on a plane.
  • I’ve been to California.
  • I’ve been to Asia.
  • I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
  • I’ve been to Vanuatu or the Mystery Islands.
  • I’ve been to the Caribbean.
  • I’ve been to Europe.


  • I’ve gotten lost in my city.
  • I’ve seen a shooting star.
  • I’ve wished on a shooting star.
  • I’ve seen a meteor shower.
  • I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
  • I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
  • I’ve slapped someone.
  • I’ve kissed someone underwater.
  • I’ve chugged something.
  • I’ve crashed a car.
  • I’ve been skiing.
  • I’ve been in a musical.
  • I’ve auditioned for something.
  • I’ve been on stage.
  • I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
  • I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.
  • I’ve pranked someone.
  • I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime

  • I’ve been threatened to be arrested.
  • I’ve broken a law.
  • I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t.
  • I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
  • I’ve snuck out
  • I’ve lied about my whereabouts.
  • I’ve cheated while playing a game.
  • I’ve been in a fist fight.


  • I’m afraid of dying.
  • I hate funerals because they are too sad.
  • I’ve seen someone/something die.
  • Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.
  • I have attempted suicide.
  • I’ve thought about suicide before.
  • I’ve written a eulogy for myself.


  • I own over 5 rap CD’s.
  • I’m obsessed with anime/manga.
  • I collected comic books.
  • I own a lot of makeup.
  • I own something from Pac Sun.
  • I own something from The Gap.
  • I own something I got on E-Bay.
  • I own something from Abercrombie.
  • I thrive on compliments.
  • I thrive on hate.


  • I can sing low key.
  • I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
  • I open up to others easily.
  • I watch the news occasionally or always.
  • I don’t like to kill bugs.
  • I sing in the shower
  • I’m a morning person.
  • I’m a sports fanatic.
  • I twirl my hair.
  • I care about grammar.
  • I love to spam friends.
  • I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.
  • I bake well.
  • My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange.
  • I would wear pajamas to school.
  • I like Martha Stewart.
  • I laugh at my own jokes.
  • I eat fast food weekly.
  • I’ve not turned something anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
  • I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.
  • I’m really ticklish.
  • I like white chocolate.
  • I bite/used to bite my nails.
  • I’m good at remembering names.
  • I’m good at remembering dates.
  • I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.


  • used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic.
  • Called me fat.
  • ..have said I’m skinny.
  • ..have said I’m ugly.
  • ..have said I’m pretty.
  • ..have spread rumors about me.
  • ..force me to eat.
  • ..say I eat too much.
  • ..say I eat too little.


  • I’ve lost weight.
  • I’ve gained weight.
  • I’m at my thinnest.
  • I’m at my biggest.
  • I’ve lost weight and kept it off.
  • I’ve lost weight, but gained it back.
  • My weight affects my mood. A lot.
  • I diet.
  • I’m vegan/vegetarian.
  • I exercise.
  • I’ve fainted from exhaustion.


  • I’ve sworn at my parents.
  • I’ve planned to run away from home before.
  • I’ve run away from home.
  • I have a sibling less than one year old.
  • I want kids in the future.
  • I’ve had kids.
  • I’ve lost a child.


  • I’m engaged.
  • I’m married.
  • I’m a swinger.
  • I’ve gone on a blind date.
  • I have/had a friend with benefits.
  • I miss someone right now.
  • I have a fear of abandonment.
  • I’ve gotten divorced.
  • I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back probably.
  • Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back.
  • I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
  • I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
  • I’ve kept something from a past relationship.


  • I’m a cuddler.
  • I’ve been kissed in the rain.
  • I’ve hugged a stranger.
  • I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times

  • I regularly drink.
  • I can’t swallow pills
  • I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty.
  • I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point.
  • I have/had anxiety problems.
  • I shut others out when I’m upset.
  • I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset about something personal.
  • I have taken/take anti-depressants.
  • I’ve slept an entire day before.
  • I’ve plotted revenge.

(Source: , via eyeswithwings)

15 y/o Yuki Rambles


And in the end, the ashes rained down on him.

Showering the broken, blackened city with grey snow. Fluttering and twirling down-the corpses of a million raindrops. The sunlight streamed through the heavily pregnant storm clouds, weakly pushing past the corpses, and splaying dappled patterns on the silent crumbling buildings. Nothing moved. The silence blanketed the world, deadening any signs of life. Thick, foggy stillness filled the air like a spreading virus, tainting all creatures with the vein-decaying poison.

He was lying in the middle of an empty road. Crumbling tarmac and dust inhabited cars ruled the city, and abandoned prams lay long forgotten like a distant memory in the dying wilderness. The traffic lights blinked sleepily at the dormant world, surrounded by rusting metal and fallen streetlights, and a mournful creaking could be heard as broken opaque windows smashed to the floor, causing the building to shudder on its deteriorating foundations.

He blinked as ashes crept into his cerulean eyes. Tears pinpricked his long eyelashes as he rubbed his eyes with a milky white hand, streaked with inky blackness. The traffic lights blurred as he stared up at them-strings of orange and green mingling and associating themselves with splashes of blood red. He shifted. The chunks of tarmac and rusting chips of metal dug into his back, reminding him of the air that he could still inhale. The smell of burning flesh and charcoal wafting into his head reminded him of a negative attraction between the world he was dying in and of the world that had claimed his innocence years ago.

He clenched his fists as an abrupt wave of agony wracked his plague ridden body. Arching his back against the grasp of death that leered at him through the curtains of darkness. Thrashing and straining against the bounds of sinless repentance, digging into his flesh with red hot fury and rage. His cracked lips moved soundlessly, silently screaming in the comparably deadened world he lay in. The orange and green wrestled relentlessly with the red, clashing into each other and retreating just as quickly.

He felt the reaper dig its sharp claws into his heart, drawing shadows of sunlit valleys and whispers of laughter. Tearing out the soft touch of a distant song and the caress of a long forgotten kiss. Colour swirled down the plug, draining dizzyingly into the gaping crevasse, and the rich night sky fell onto its knees as a broken and drowning beggar.

The sky wept for him. Crying fragile tears that fell on his eyelids-sweet smelling petals from cherry blossom trees. A ghost of a smile tug at his white lips as he heard the world weep. At his fingertips, pinpricks welled up with ten thousand memories and breaths, flowing down the tarmac rapidly like a gushing river. His eyes grew heavy and his stark white face grew ashen and pallid with apathy. A soft sigh escaped his lips. The orange and green sunk into the red as the last battle faded out with a black darkness-austere peacefulness.

An outcast wind wound through the city streets, mourning the lost voices of six billion men and the caress of six billion shattered fragments of sunlight. It found the deathly-still figure among crumbling tarmac and rusting metal, cherry blossom ashes splattering against his sallow skin. His raven hair fluttered in the sudden wind-a revolution in the history book of tranquility. The wind collapsed against his icy skin and dwindled down onto the ash ridden road.

He shuddered and a cloud of ash flew off his body, forming a thin sheet hovering above him like a dancing swarm of miniscule insects. It slowly settled onto him once again as he lay still. Serenity wrapped itself onto him for the final time.

A soft sigh escaped his lips.

And in the end, the ashes fell on him.

Down the Rainbow Highway

Yeah we’re going down the rainbow highway

Balls of ash rolling down the strip of red

Grab hold onto that cigarette

Before it blows away

A piece of glass from a raging alcoholic

A flower vase no more

Grab hold of that shred of sanity

Before we hit a wall

Losing control and crashing speeds

Snort that

Drink this

Take a hit of this

Just remember that the rainbow highway

Has to eventually stop.

First part of “Miles Stevenson: The Last Man on Earth”

Miles Stevenson had one wish. He wished he could understand other human beings. It wasn’t so much that he couldn’t understand what other people were saying to him but it was more of the fact that he couldn’t understand why people would do certain things. Like Melissa Rogers, who dropped acid every weekend despite the fact she would always have a bad trip; or like Steve Wang, who  was a genius at piano but he smashed all of his fingers with a hammer so now he was unable to play ever again; or even his own mother, who loved his father unconditionally despite the fact that he slept with three younger women and knocked them all up before the year was out. Miles grew to hate human beings as he watched the people around him destroy themselves in their own fucked up ways and he soon began to alienate himself from society and buried himself in novels and films and music. The people in these mediums were fictional characters and he could understand them. They were uncomplicated and he could read about their thoughts and listen to their emotions and see their lives unfold before his eyes. It was easy to understand people who weren’t real. Real people were too risky to be around, he decided, and from then on his family and his friends lived in his mind.


It was a particularly sunny Monday morning during the summer holidays when Miles found himself reading in the local park. He was sitting in his usual spot - in the broad branches of the largest tree in the park – and he could see the grass swallow up the dark forms of children and adults with its intense colour. It was cool up amongst the leaves in the tree, the sun streaming through the branches and dancing on the dappled bark as a breeze blew by. Miles was reading a particular novel about a young man who killed his wife and her sister, and for the first time in his life he felt for certain that he was a misanthrope. Miles wasn’t certain if the feelings of connection to the protagonist in the novel was normal or not, but he couldn’t deny the urge that rose up inside him even now to slaughter every single human being in sight. It was a violent gesture, he thought, swinging his legs as he watched the children run past the tree, and he wasn’t even sure if he could actually kill a human being.

He thought for a moment of plunging a knife into his mother’s heart, feeling the rapid spread of hot blood under his hand as he dug the knife further and further into her flesh.

He only felt a cold chill and he shivered and drew his jacket closer around his shoulders. He settled back against the trunk of the tree and continued to read his novel.


He had been reading for a good solid hour before he began to notice the silence. Miles craned his neck around to see if he could spot any children but only saw the emptiness and the unsettling atmosphere of the park. He closed his book shut and tucked it into his shirt before climbing down the tree. When he reached soil however he noticed the lack of traffic as well. He walked to the main road next to the park and saw no cars and no pedestrians. It was as if the population of the earth had vanished.

With no human in sight, Miles began to worry. His whole life had been dominated by dangerous thoughts of hate and ill wishes towards the human race however now that he was truly and unavoidably alone he found himself hoping for this sudden isolation to be untrue.

Though unaware that his thoughts on his sudden plight was correct, he was indeed the only human left on the planet.

Miles Stevenson now had nothing to hate therefore his very existence was in danger.




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