a mound of food, two thermoses of coffee, my film final, tired eyes and body, too much thinking right now and i can’t stop it and i am going to be up all night working. my bed is filthy and unmade and i’m too tired to fix anything right now and i just want to stop moving and thinking and doing things but i’m scared what will happen if i do. i need someone i just don’t know who. if this is living i want out.
— Albert Camus, The Fall (via nuaira)
(via iliveinaboxofpaints)
The Front Bottoms / Flashlight
(Source: daggermouth-party, via perishwithemptiness)
running a romantic bath for my tripod.