The cracks in my hands. And other hipster bullshit

Wouldn't really call this poetry, just the strange mind of a fellow emo pretentious loser who tumblr has banished because I refused do write about cigarettes, concrete, and the way your hair looks and smells. This is just my brains library, some of it may just be ideas or quotes I like but most I would call personal because it's on the Internet for literally everyone to see, so that would be stupid and redundant. Have fun but I warn you I'm not that interesting and I'm way to sarcastic, plus my grammar is terrible.