sometimes when i breathe in too much air i choke on all the space in between my fillings and imagine giant clouds of steam and smoke filling my nostrils with the smell of nothingness and the tinge of regret hovering in the air above my head like it lives there, turmoil twisting in my mind -

but of course, no one can tell, because i smile every day.

hi, i'm Alive--
kayybearr:

Photogenic memories by Toyokazu on Flickr.
fyeahkino:

過ぎ行く季節 / The Seasons Change by 朝日川

kuzure souninarukedo 

“Smile! Laugh! I understand, so everything will be fine!” 
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I hate people