not my words

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. The Perks of Being a Wallflower // Stephen Chbosky (via thelovelybones) (via infinitebutterflies) (via easymurder) (via thefloralsofa) (via wolfsvalentine) (via whenyoursoulembarks) (via miranna) (via closertotheocean) (via breathsoftruth) (via myhearteatsbeats)