lifes-so-boring

joycemmanor:

And I hear you’ve ended up fine.

And I’ve heard you’re making out alright.

I’ve heard you still don’t like the cold outside,

And I’ve heard you still got trouble tracking time.

And I heard you said one time,

That I never even fucking cross your mind.

I guess I’ll act like that’s fine,

But you should know that you cross mine all the time.

solarflaresandlunareclipses
My thought is me: that is why I can’t stop. I exist by what I think .. and I can’t prevent myself from thinking. At this very moment – this is terrible – if I exist, it is because I hate existing. It is I, it is I who pull myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: hatred and disgust for existence are just so many ways of making me exist, of thrusting me into existence.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via teenager90s)