I'm Up For It If You Are
I’m dying to tell you that I’m dying here.
Nitrous Gas. Frightened Rabbit. (via stuckinanendlessdaydream)

abandonedbymothersloversandfoes:

I don’t think about you that much anyway,
I wouldn’t even know what to say…

That don’t mean that you shouldn’t call,
If you feel like it at all.
I’d love to hear your voice,
I’d love to hear your voice…

I don’t know if you’re 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 is why i’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
Perks of Being a Wallflower.