I feel like giving up. On what? I don’t know. Giving up on whatever it is I’m trying to do here. Just let it go and sink into the distance…darkness…whatever that place is that no one comes back from. I’m already halfway there. I have been most of my life…wobbling between stability and destruction.

I have to reblog this because
smokingonthemoon:

unseelie-fevers:

Linda Ravenscroft

I have this art on a journal

railroadsoftware:

"hey bro why you got so many pens at your house?"
“steal em from work”
“why do you steal pens from your work”
“fuckin hate capitalism bro”

V

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

— Sylvia Plath  (via closedforprayer)
kushandwizdom:

ThisLoveQuote

captainkirkmccoy:

chaffeebicknell:

thebutterflysgrave:

am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me

am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel

does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy

Life is just a game.

How can we describe ourselves as free?