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. - (via acrylic)

(Source: floweringo, via parmesan)

Claim her, love her, fuck her, spoil her, trust her. - (via ghostoflalonde)

(Source: h0dor-h0dor, via awovoxo)


the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting 

(via powerthesoul)


let me sleep in ur stupid t-shirts and hold ur dumb hand u piece of shit

(via raining--kisses)