I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, there’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now I’m writing this when I should be out there. I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out. -das beschreibt meine situation einfach perfekt (via deepmountains)

(Source: floweringo, via chanel-jpeg)


Ask me how deep the ocean is.
Shut up.
the-brainchild:

The 1975
astronomized:

running
northmagneticpole:

Mt Fuji from the lake Yamanaka, Yamanashi prefecture-danielodowd (Tumblr)

elation-success:

mydogsnokes:

i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake

this is the realist shit on this website

(via hygg-e)

sexpansion:

Palo Alto (2014) dir. Gia Coppola
"I’m not depressed, why do you always think I’m depressed? I’m just tired."
twiceassure:

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
—   Frida Kahlo
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