Hot people are the ones who constantly want to take a break from being alive and having a brain.

Today was a good egg! Seven whole hours of slumber – practically a coma by my standards. I even managed to snag a rooftop perch without getting the boot. Sun on my face, breeze in my hair... and yet, all I could think was, "Pshaw! If only I were a gloriously soused poet in the '90s, draped dramatically over a velvet chaise lounge, lamenting the ennui of a generation through a haze of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey!"

Oh, the audacity of my own discontent! Such ungratefulness deserves a stern talking-to from my inner conscience (who, incidentally, is also a drunk poet in the '90s, so the advice is usually terrible). I mean, seriously, brain? You get sunshine, sleep, and a legal vantage point, and you're still pining for a life of existential angst and liver failure? You're a cliché waiting to happen, you know that? Now, shush, and let me enjoy this rooftop before I spontaneously combust into a cloud of secondhand cigarette smoke and unfulfilled artistic ambitions.

idk might walk into a forest with thick fog and never return.

bitches be like “i’m fine” then go watch Dead Poets Society again

Just want someone to touch me
With their car
At 220 km/h

The truth is, you're not desperate enough

"I feel free when I see no one and nobody knows my name."

what if i disappear to become the mysterious other child that my parents never speaks of

is this channel a result of the peer pressure from society forcing me into believing that people might be interested in the sick and twisted chemical reactions happening in my brain and finally having me believed that someone somewhere could possibly care about my quickly declining mental health and the eventless boring daily life that i fail to lead and survive merely by romanticising it from the moment i wake up to the moment i finally rest my head on my weary pillow to sink into the same nightmares that meet me without fail night after night?
Of course not! What was that-

I be finding out everything just by being quiet
Do you think they are lying
Stay silent and watch them break out on their own

"what are you going to do about it"
Nothing actually, I'm just going to write about you in my private daily without mentioning your name.

having a quiet life is so.. underrated. i don’t mean it in the sense that people who’re open and loud and busy aren’t important, but when our culture has significantly put so much emphasis on the definition of success as fame, extraordinary accomplishments, greatness and importance and excessive wealth, i think there is so much power to be found in our own anonymity. in the silence of life. in not being constantly perceived, analyzed and performing for the world. in being able to take a walk, smile at strangers and just notice the world without all that noise. taking the biggest pleasure out of the smallest joys, like a cup of coffee or blowing out birthday candles. knowing that our lives don’t have to be a grand spectacle for others in order to have worth and cause a good impact.

Some things really do dissolve with time..

Being sane is overrated

This generation does and says anything to avoid being vulnerable like wtf do you mean 'her face card is lethal' just say she's pretty or her face is beautiful or whatever I don't get it:/

I'm kinda like the total package that got fucked up through shipping and handling.

Shout-out to the pain that gave me understanding.

People with no character development scare me. How can you be the same person you were 3 years ago with no change of mindset or growth

i've discovered a new banger artist recently but i won't share it with any of you