I hate anticipation and anxiety.
It gets all jumbled up in your head - blocking all the proper air holes to make you think and then your body just goes into freak out mode, all other operating functions start to collapse, and then you’re stuck with this sick cyclical hamster track of a thought. Fuck dude. My worries just don’t seem to end with this one.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...– Oscar Wilde (via piiss)