I wish i was dead.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.– Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via imfantasyparade)
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...– Sylvia Plath (via m-lky)
The world stresses me out.
veniceking: of course i’ll answer your rhetorical question for you
I want to write myself into a tragedy.
It’s weird when you realize you don’t care about yourself anymore. Is this what it means to loose the will to live?
Science is the belief in the ignorance of experts.– Richard Feynman (via deanleysen)
To say I’m falling apart is inaccurate I’m already broken. Though not to imply that I ever worked properly in the first place.
I want to run away.