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 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 of it.

missinyouiskillingme:

I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.

remanence-of-love:

remanence-of-love:

coral:

i’m trying to forget you as i wait for you to come back.

adventuresomething:

and now she’s gone.. again. and i don’t want to go on.

s-rendipityy:

What are you up to right now? Are you thinking of me like I am thinking of you?

— i don’t think you’ve left my mind once today