23. a paradox. cats. || living my life vicariously through pixels
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
(via withpalevoice)fake it 'til you make it
A cat having an adventure. #meowmonday
"Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count."
I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things.Morrissey (via a-short-history-of-decay)
(via joydivisoin)De l'inconvénient d'être né