Sometimes I feel like I’m not… solid. I’m hollow. There’s… nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. It’s as if I never— I never thought anything. I never wrote… anything, I never felt anything. All I want is blackness— blackness and silence.
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.
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Archive 22 by Chad Wys (web/tumblr/societ6)
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