do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
(via visualcomplex)
"I’ve built a wall around me, never letting anybody inside and
trying not to venture outside myself."
+ Kafka On The Shore, Haruki Murakami (via bokura)
