Fine! I'll start shooting anyway!

Hey there. My names Amber. I like cute things. And I'm a little bit to obsessed with serial killers. OOPS. I don't bite, And I ALWAYS follow back.


Cases of leprosy. Manila, Philippines, 1899.

(via made-in-morgue)


Westley Allan Dodd argued that he should be executed as soon as possible. and told the justices that those who were trying to save him from the gallows were trying to blame his crimes on society when he was trying to accept total blame and punishment for his deeds. Dodd said to the justices: Did the system fail? I have said all along the system does not work. The “system” did not commit hundreds of sex crimes against nearly 100 children. The system did not kill three little boys. I did. Is there mitigating evidence in my case? No. Do I feel remorse? No. If this case is sent back to a trial court, I will plead guilty again and physically and vocally demand my conviction and death sentence. I must be executed before I have an opportunity to escape or kill someone within the prison. If I do escape, I promise you I will kill and rape and enjoy every minute of it.

(via starving-cannibal)

Perhaps this ‘wall-building’ was a result of Eric’s growing feeling of being alone. Why be connected to everyone who tries to fit into a society that does not work? Why go out of your way to be friends with anyone when all they give in return are looks of confusion and perhaps even judgment? He never speaks of this loneliness with as many words as he gave to his hatred and anger. It is very clear that Eric begins both his website and his journal from a place of fueled rage. He rallies against society’s expectations, the constraints he felt were being put on him, and speaks of the human race at large with equal amounts of disdain and exasperation. His journal does show his personal, truthful thoughts most of the time. But it is also an exercise in showmanship. Eric knew exactly who his audience would be by the time he made his first entry on 4/10/98. He knew which parts of his journal should be amplified in their rage. He knew which parts would be read as most concerning. His entire journal reads as a showcase of every single dark thought that ever crossed his mind, which is then expressed in exactly the ways that has led to many believing him to be a run-of-the-mill psychopath. [x]

It is only in the last-ever journal entry where we receive a glimpse of Eric. The rant before it spoke of being left out of fun things, even though people had ways to contact him and ask him to come along. The glimpse we get of Eric is the ending note of his journal, left unsigned, that speaks of him briefly and unfavourably: “no no no dont let the weird looking Eric KID come along, ohh fucking nooo”. It is a sentence tainted with the hurt of being rejected and being secluded from things by his peers. It speaks of Eric as weird-looking yet again, but more importantly is the reference to himself as a “kid”. Eric knows that this is the way in which he is seen by virtually anyone. The vitriol in the word ‘kid’ is tangible on the page, standing out starkly against a journal from someone who fashioned himself a man unlike any other, and it is apparent that this was the term others used to describe Eric with as well. It’s not the affectionate or exasperated ‘kid’ I throw around on my own blog as an address to both boys and Eric in particular, either, but rather an expression of how little Eric meant to the direct society he found himself in. He was just the ‘kid’. The throw-away, don’t-think-twice-about-him kid with the accent from everywhere and nowhere. The kid who always started at the bottom of the ladder and never worked his way back up again. There is no strong Reb they can see with which he can fool them into thinking that he has the power in any given situation. Reb isn’t there to hold onto when the rejection is still fresh, and all the rage in the world can’t erase the pain of being on his own. There is just Eric in these moments— and Eric doesn’t like Eric very much at all. [x]

(via scuff-marks)


nail polish on fingernails: 2 days
nail polish on toenails: 200 years. ur ghost will have glittery toes. ur descendants will come out of the womb w/ revlon 791 midnight affair perfectly applied. infinite

(via tell-me-what-to-swallow0)

Anonymous asked: uhm do u actually think its ok what these people did or are u just interested


I don’t condone any kind of killing at all. I used to have that written in my about me section, I should put it there again. But anyway no I don’t condone it I just find criminology extremely fascinating. c:

Anonymous asked: what do you think would happen if two teen girls gunned or bombed down a high school? if they left journals or videos. how do you think the media would react to it? and if they ended up killing a lot of people, do you believe that the massacre would hold a household name? I am very curious about what would happen I do plan on doing this btw :)


I think honestly, it would probably be Just like columbine to the media. They would give it a name and blame movies and video games. The journals would NEVER be released nor the video tapes. It would be just as bad.. But can you private message me about this? Please? I want to talk more about it with you.

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