I want to hike and hike and hike and to never have a place to call home again

and it’s been such a long time since I’ve done something for me but school just makes me loose all motivation do do anything, it’s like my brain has been running a marathon all day so when I get home I just can’t do shit

No I mean I feel stuff, it doesn’t feel like I’m the one feeling it you know?  

I’m not feeling very happy and I’m not feeling very sad I’m just feeling everything very shallow and when I get home from school I just don’t do anything I just turn on my computer and try to do homework but I can’t focus so I go on tumblr for a bit or I watch Twin Peaks or I write a text post like this


Ebola by Andre Carrilho

Ebola by Andre Carrilho

thedailylaughs:

yes, this is so important.

conelradstation:

MORE.

John Coltrane in Jazz (dir. Ken Burns, 2000)

"This book, when I am dead, will be
A little faint perfume of me.
People who knew me well will say,
She really used to think that way."
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems 

none of my new friends know about my melancholy-eczema, and I am really okay with that

"This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief."
Rumi (via larmoyante)

oldmangangbang:

"sir we lost the platoon. all our men are gone"

a lone camouflaged fedora is seen in the distance

"not all men"