Follow me into the Dark.

My name is Benjamin Meredith. Valifian is my main screen name used in various video games. This is my blog... obviously. As far as a description of me, I'm a 21 year old, 5' 11", white, not giving my weight because I hate it. I'm a feminist, and an ally. Politically liberal. If you couldnt guess that from the feminist and ally part. American. I do post some political stuff, but mostly just things I enjoy and find funny. Though be warned my tastes are generally quite dark and the things I find amusing aren't necessarily any less disturbing for the sake of that. Maybe a little punk. A little emo. A little metal. Maybe even more than a little country. This is my personality still, not my taste in music. That runs mainly to alternative rock with a mix or other various things mixed in. Classic rock, tribal beats, especially celtic, a small amount of country and rap, metal etc.

I'm an environmentalist, and lover of nature. My ambition is to be a geologist, though I don't know if I can anymore.

I have been alone for a long time now. If you think I'm hitting on you, don't be offended because I'm not. I don't want you or anyone else. I'm just being nice. I make an effort to be nice. But I also don't lie. I find it a waste of time. If I tell you something than I believe it's true.

I’m so ready to die. It’s all i think about anymore. Every day, every night. I’ll never be anything but miserable as long as I’m here.

sinful-passion:

My little slut knows exactly how to make me explode.

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officialunitedstates:

FACT OF THE DAY:  zebras’ stripes are not always black and white.  sometimes they are black and orange

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this is a giraffe

(via the-absolute-funniest-posts)

For the first 18 years of my life I never had a friend. My on and off girlfriend of 3 years cheated on me dozens of times, and I was hard to the world. After my first semester of college, and just ending the very abusive relationship I had been in, I started to open up. I started letting myself trust people… An odd reaction, isn’t it, to become more trusting after being so abused? I guess I thought the worst was over. But I was wrong. I was more vulnerable than I’d ever let myself become, I was so desperate to be happy, to finally have friends like everyone around me. Time after time I’ve trusted, I’ve believed things I know aren’t true, just because someone I loved told me them. Someone I wanted to love me back. I believed when they said they were my friend. When they promised they weren’t just using me. Then, every time, something happens. Im dropped. Gone. They get a boyfriend, or smooth things up with the one they have, or they move or sometimes I guess they just get bored of me, and suddenly being friends with me doesn’t matter anymore. Suddenly we go from talking every day to not at all, over night. I believed this time too. You said it was different this time. I believed you. I stayed alive for you. I loved you. Now im trash, same as I always was, same as I always will be. Why should I stay now?

I dont even enjoy sex anymore.

I don’t feel anything. Just going through the motions, no desire anymore. I can’t love anymore, and sex without love is just turning wine into sweat. I’ve become so numb…

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