And for the very first time,
it all seems too simple.
I’d really like to start doing yoga,
and I’d really like to be able to reach a point where I could do this.
"I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life."
Voltaire (via larmoyante)
Negate yourself, your soul.
Walking around without your mind on right.
You spend your weekends drowning in poison,
and it’s spilling into the week.
Try not to slip.
- D: You're giving me that face, and I've seen that face before, and it's telling me a lot right now.
- A: Oh, really... what's it saying?
- D: It's saying, "Why are you doing this?".
I can’t get you out of my head.
I never thought I’d come around,
but here you are, and
here I am. Where do we go from here,
where will we go from here.
There’s no time to breathe anymore.