Zach | 23 | Chicago
“Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the prospect of the interminable work to keep after, sickened also by the madness of the world that leaps at you from the newspaper, finally convinced that I will not be equal to it and that I will disappoint everyone—all I want to do is sit down and wait for evening. This is what I feel like, and sometimes I yield to it.”
Abandoned 123 year old school
It’s my fucking dream to gather a group of friends and explore a place like this.
Sure, there might be some murders but the survivor will have a story of a lifetime.
DO NONE OF YOU WATCH HORROR MOVIES OR SUPERNATURAL JESUS FUCKING CHRIST DON’T
reblogging for the comment^^
I’d still be so down.
Maybe I haven’t been truly happy in a while. Maybe those memories are an anchor that keeps me moving forward and staying afloat. Maybe those nights during that summer on that doorstep offer more of an escape back to a time of more self-prescribed freedom than I’d like to remember. Maybe I’ve gotten too comfortable and maybe I’ve had the unfortunate luck of being so small in such a big city, my ears, eyes and fingers to the grindstone with such an inappropriately placed pride in making whatever I’ve made, glee in whatever maybe I shouldn’t be happy about and attention where it shouldn’t be given. People learn to love their chains. Maybe big cities take all their young and sift through until there’s none left. Maybe visiting Maryland really grounds me. Maybe I’ve been less of a free man and free thinker than I ever could have feared.
People learn to love their chains.