I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
I can’t help but think this is nature’s way of adapting to the global temperature changes and the melting of the polar ice. A hybrid allows the polar bears to migrate farther south to warmer areas and avoid going extinct (at least as far as they can be genetically traced back to ‘true’ polar bears). This of course all comes about because the polar bears are being forced farther south to begin with (and/or grizzlies are able to migrate farther north) so it creates a perfect meeting ground for both species and bam, cross-breeding for evolutionary adaptation :)
Hey, do me a favor and walk up to the next person you see and tell them they’re ugly. Tell them straight out. Point out all their flaws. Make them feel like shit. Go on go do it.
It’s hard, huh? You can’t do it. So why is it so easy to do it to yourself?
Being mean to yourself is just as bad as being mean to someone else.shit imma have to reblog this again becausedamn
"The Last Billboard"
A 36-foot-long billboard located at the corner of Highland and Baum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every month, a different individual is invited to take over the billboard to broadcast personalized messages, which are spelt out using wooden letters that are changed by hand.