why did you leave, little bird?
My name is Allie and I am allergic to the things I love.
~message~
~archive~
~art blog~
~me~
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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.
Stephen Chbosky,
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
(Source:
forestofvoices
)
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