secret-paranoia:

I really don’t deserve the friends I have. They’re really nice and caring and I’m just…well, me.

I think about dying but I dont 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.
Matty Healy (via clumsiest)

cruelings:

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uncorpse:

oh

uncorpse:

oh

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Neil Gaiman (via feellng)
saf-rimmings:

Hood By Air SS15 (backstage)

saf-rimmings:

Hood By Air SS15 (backstage)