I can’t think again. Not ever again. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

(Source: larmoyante)

But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.
Thirteen Reasons Why, Jay Asher

(Source: word-collector)