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, theres 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.
Every time you show your feelings, you apologize.
Have you ever had an emotion in your life,
that you weren’t ashamed of?
— R.J Anderson, Ultraviolet (via equily)
do u ever turn the volume on your music up until u reach the perfect level of ah yes i cannot hear anything else and it feels like a big warm hug
When you’re different, sometimes you don’t see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn’t
— Jodi Picoult (via charmrose)