serendipity

one day it’ll be so deep, there will be no turning back. i’m finding it hard to find a purpose for living this life.

what else is there after all? it’s cyclical isn’t it. everything that has been done before will happen to you. nothing is special. you aren’t special. so why keep pretending that life is special. i can’t seem to find a purpose anymore. i yearn for the day i can finally leave. i’m not special. this life isn’t special. and if having a job and working that job until the day i die is life, well then i would rather skip the working and get right to the destination. 

i’ve always hated traveling after all. the shorter the travel distance the better. 

(Source: h-0-p-e-l-e-s-s, via depression-kills)

(Source: Ver3ndus, via andreaschoice)

(Source: mochacafe.net, via lilitmac)

(via to-young)

(Source: annasinem, via to-young)

(via d-i-s-a-p-p-e-a-r-i-n-g)

(Source: rabbitcamp, via d-i-s-a-p-p-e-a-r-i-n-g)

i hate stupid movies about relationships. 

i.e. 500 days of summer 

lonely and alone. nothing to do. restless feeling. i have to leave. cannot stay still.