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how many lives are you living inside of your head?

i only survive off of the sun

prahdas

by faepaulinee

what the fuck am i doing?

trying to find the girl who used to be fearless

someone help me give a fuck

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Van Gogh, nights and blues.

thegabdonwrites

- its 2am and it is silent, the kind of quiet that sits in the air, demanding to be heard and I hear it suddenly, all at once; in a way that makes it more difficult to breathe.

- tonight i have been thinking about meaning. and days. how sometimes i lose myself in the realisation of how little anything means. the way days pass by in quiet concession, one after the other, how i sink into sombreness at the thought that there is nothing worthwhile to be found in any.

- these days i teach myself how to smile. to let go of the weight of waiting for things to fall into place. to understand that nothing ever means a thing, unless we give it something to mean. and our days are no exception. and neither, our lives.

- i think i think too much. in fact, i know it to be true. i even think about how often, i think about things i’m trying not think about, too.

i’m back. with a vendetta