I think about dying but I don’t 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 ehtes)

(Source: fallingforthematty)



romwe:

fashion sunglasses


joshpeckofficial:

yeah that’s true, but is it tru



soufflesandbowties:

50% of my jokes are self deprecating and 50% are self congratulatory like i’ll say “wow its hot in here…. just like me” and 5 seconds later point at a trash can and say “me”

(Source: soufflles)



grim-doll:

ottermatopoeia:

mattniskanenseyebrows:

OCTOBER IS NEXT WEEK

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OCTOBER IS THIS WEEK
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OCTOBER IS TOMORROW

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I’m just tired; I just want the world to be quiet for a bit.
Matty Healy (via hajniil)

latulas:

U WNANA FUKCINGN GO?? ????? grab an icecream together or something because u are attractive

(Source: toukos)