Je ne te connais plus.

John Paul Foster III | 21 |
I son ov perdition.
From sheer nothingness transgressed,
unto the highest self -- to utmost freedom.
To explore the starry nature ov my rage. The joy ov a dawn, the ecstasy ov dusk.
Nourished have I this karmic flow,
where great above meets great below.

lower-class-brat:

The people freaking out about this are ridiculous.

LIKE I’M PRETTY SURE IF THERE’S ONE PERSON ON THE GODDAMN PLANET YOU CAN TRUST WITH A CHILD ON A SKATEBOARD, IT’S F*CKING TONY HAWK

JESUS.

(via kidsthesedays3)