I am exhausted.
(via deadgirls)
I am exhausted.
(via deadgirls)
I have some internal turmoil.
(Source: eightninea, via planetaryfolklore)
Follow your heart, but also your exhaustion and your mood. That’s what I do myself.
–
Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre
I’m working on it.
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via fuckyeahexistentialism)
I am waging the war against my war on peace.
Mohau Modisakeng–Ditaola
(Source: darksilenceinsuburbia)
Somewhere there’s a house.
(Source: fuckyeahabandonedplaces, via cumpunction)
I think we need to try this.
(Source: thegaybeards, via existentialisttrash)
The only thing left is her furniture and the ghosts of her cats.
(Source: artofoverwhelm, via loveyourchaos)
Things break.
(Source: enterrement, via existentialisttrash)
I want to build something.
(via graphandcompass)
This.
“She taught me how to dance. We actually met at a graduation party. I was the only one not on the dance floor, and her friend bet her that she couldn’t get me to dance. I’d already said ‘no’ to ten girls, but she talked me into it. We were together 55 years. She died eight years ago, but I still dance every day.”
(Mexico City, Mexico)
(Source: humansofnewyork, via humansofnewyork)
I’m so hungry.
(via existentialisttrash)