My stomach tightens, my chest burns and I can feel my throat slowly dry as neurons race across the folds of my brain, trying to find connections between myself and my surroundings. My body wants something, that my consciousness refuses to give. I cannot relate, I cannot comprehend, and I cannot feel. Communication seems entirely irrelevant, yet there is no escape. I am held down by friends, family, school, work, money…society. And I am force fed man made hopes and dreams. But I am not a gluttonous fool, this is not me.
…………………………………………..i sure am hungry
"When you teach a child that a bird is named ‘bird,’ the child will never see the bird again."
— Krishnamurti (via saramdle)
(Source: ssatisfymysoul, via saramdle)
"I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via justoccurred)
(via elevenhoneytrees)
I am so sick of everything revolving around finding a mate.
