Being 18 (sometimes)

Lying sleepless in bed, the weight of the world forces me deeper and deeper into an uncontrollably overwhelming mess of loneliness. I can see and ache over every dream, every doubt, every regret and every THING all at the same time and am so completely exhausted I cannot get out of bed to splash water on my face (with brow now squinting in defense). To me it seems as though I can feel the full fervor of every possible emotion in the universe pinching my skin, asking me to wake up and DO something but I cannot for the fucking life of me work out WHAT that is or where I should start.


Michael Lundgren
"Any fool can know. The point is to understand."
-Albert Einstein (via lazyyogi)

(via fuckyousteven)




"You lose it if you talk about it."
-Ernest Hemingway, The Art Of Fiction (via mercurieux)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via likeanoldstory)