i’m not angry at god for not giving me what i asked,prayed for. i’m angry at myself for not knowing my best interest. for not knowing what i truly wanted,needed. i’ve put in the work. i’ve taken the time to find, love, care for myself. i think i know myself good, better, the best. but obvi i don’t. &it’s fucking frustrating.
but i guess that’s life. a journey towards self discovery. searching for the answers. but the pot of gold is empty &we never find the answers. life is trusting the process, watching the youtube vlogs when we don’t . &learning to get comfortable with not having a damn clue.
they say all foxes are slightly allergic to linoleum, but it’s cool to the paw - try it. they say my tail needs to be dry cleaned twice a month, but now it’s fully detachable - see? they say our tree may never grow back, but one day, something will. yes, these crackles are made of synthetic goose and these giblets come from artificial squab and even these apples look fake - but at least they’ve got stars on them. i guess my point is, we’ll eat tonight, and we’ll eat together. and even in this not particularly flattering light, you are without a doubt the five and a half most wonderful wild animals i’ve ever met in my life. so let’s raise our boxes - to our survival.
i love not doxxing myself i love having an ambiguous timezone and only letting a feww people know the details of where i live and being super mysterious online
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you’re watching this tape, I’m probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was… astounded. I… I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn’t want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn’t know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess… I guess you call it a “hit” – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I’m a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in “Blood Money.”] I can’t take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.
Audrey Wollen, Girls Own The Void | unknown source | William Shakespeare, King Lear | Rebecca Horn, Two Hands Scratching Both Walls | Mitski, Crack Baby | Grigori Kromanov, The Last Relic | Fiona Apple, Sullen Girl | Catherine Bertola, Residual Hauntings
