I forget to breathe
“...is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”REFRESH MESSAGE ARCHIVE RANDOM SUBMIT THEME
We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
— my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via fivefoottwoandbulletproof)