I think about dying but I don’t really want to die. 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 wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. 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.
(via diosadealma)

(Source: floweringo, via crimso-n)


i should make more transpiritual propoganda

best thing to happen @ balenciaga

suno spring 2015

Barcode collar detail. Alexander Wang S/S 2015.

Sad Shower in New York by Tracey Emin
People see what they expect to see / /