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i’d care if the person i reblogged this from vanished
idc if you reblog this from me but reblog it every time you see one of your friends or mutuals have reblogged it
(via romy350-romyakari)
“I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don’t like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired.”
-Susan Sontag, I, Etcetera: Stories
i am existing in my inexistence.
i did so much, but my accomplishments feel so empty.
i need to do more, i tell myself. but there’s nothing else to do.
my laziness disgusts me, and I feel my only joy can be when i feel exhausted and guilty.
my joy is the schrodinger’s cat of myself, continuously in existence and without.
if you open the box, will you find a corpse or absolute fulfillment?
(via bloodcrow)
