intpmusings:

I am a deep, dark, ancient, mystical type of fatigued that lurks in the recesses of my consciousness and can never be truly sated. My existence  is shrouded in a fog of exhaustion that obscures the biting potency of reality.

Oh, but I’m good. I’m alright.

"You’re here one day, gone the next.
Sane one day, not the next."
– (via quospirational)