I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
Matty Healy (via saetern)
Some people cry. Some people sleep. Some smoke and do drugs. Others go out for a run. Others read books to pass the time. We have varying tendencies, but at the end of the day we know we are all just yearning for one thing: escape. (Escape from certain memories, certain losses, certain responsibilities. Escape from the eternal misery of life as it is.) These are our vanishing acts. We live by not living.
Escape, N.C. (via uniquecole)