Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide.
Never fuck with someone who cries when they’re mad. They’ll stab you 48 times and cry in your stab wounds.
isn’t it creepy that from the day you are born you start to die