i don’t wanna be alive anymore. i don’t want to live like this. i’m tired of being me.
But what did the olive trees do? The flowers? The river is tired of ashes and dead bodies being dumped into its mouth. The dirt is tired of being trampled on by black boots and blood stained baby feet. The land is groaning under the weight of humanity.
— Land #2 (via seditious-libel)
NOTHING BETTER THAN SHOWERING AND PUTTING ON A BIG TSHIRT AND GETTING INTO BED WITH CLEAN SHEETS LITERALLY NOTHING DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS