I desire a mechanical metamorphosis. Physically and mentally. Never to experience pain again. An immaculate mechanical existence.

" I care. It terrifies me how much I care. "

─ Midnight thoughts (via cherrytio)

" I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me. Now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause. "

─ Vincent Van Gogh (via pieridaes)

" The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process. "

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry (21 April 1918)