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I’ve finally been getting back to shooting film again
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depression is only temporary darkness. everything is tagged with an expiry date. people die. memories fade. perspectives shift. so don’t worry, this too shall pass.
p/s strongly recommend therapy if the sadness is crippling. explore your own experience. build your support system.
“I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.”
— Voltaire (via quotemadness)
“Change your conception of yourself and you will automatically change the world in which you live. Do not try to change people; they are only messengers telling you who you are. Revalue yourself and they will confirm the change.”
— Neville Goddard
i don’t want to be toxic. i’m so scared i am.
i wish i were a tiny mouse tucked up in a tiny bed under a tiny patchwork quilt in a burrow under a tree. no responsibilities except making raindrop wine and rose jam and making sure i sweep the little doorstep every morning
traditional celtic folk music makes me go buck fucking wild. i don’t know what it is, if it’s just in my blood or if it’s a past life or just ‘cause it’s objectively soulful but I hear that fiddle and I immediately transform into this heartbroken irish widow in 1787 with a shawl draped over my shoulders staring over the cliffs of moher, waiting for my ghostly lover to return from sea