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J'entretiens son souvenir comme on prendrait soin d'une fleur dĂ©licate. Ăa me fait de grosses journĂ©es.
Mathias Malzieu (via nemoanimus)
We are all broken, that's how the light gets in
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I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.
Vincent Van Gogh (Letter from Vincent Van Gogh to Theo Van Gogh)
Tu sais tout le monde me voit comme Ă©tant incassable. Ils pensent que je le suis car j'ai confiance en moi et que je garderais la tĂȘte haute coĂ»te que coĂ»te. Moi je pense que si je suis incassable, c'est peut ĂȘtre parce qu'on m'a deja trop brisĂ©, qu'on ne peut pas briser des cendres.
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She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.
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Je pense souvent que la nuit est plus vivante et plus richement colorée que le jour.
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Est-il indispensable dâĂȘtre cultivĂ© quand il suffit de fermer sa gueule pour briller en sociĂ©tĂ© ?
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You know when youâre driving and itâs pouring down rain, you drive under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and itâs almost peaceful. Then you finally get out from under the bridge, and everything hits you a little harder than before. You were my bridge.
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Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You canât cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. Itâs just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
Honestly, being depressed/suicidal while in school is so hard. The only thing anyone cares about is your homework, tests, grades, or your chores. Everyone thinks youâre being dramatic when you canât get out of bed or eat. No one takes you seriously and they call you lazy, say you only have to put in âeffortâ as if all your strength wasnât going towards making it through the day. And at the same time, youâre beating yourself up for falling asleep when you got home instead of doing your homework, not taking notes in class cause you couldnât focus, thinking about the work you have to make up on the days you were absent because you were too sad to move. Honestly it is so hard because sometimes you didnt shower or brush your teeth because you couldnât find the energy. And half the time we deal with this alone.
So if you are going through this, baby i am SO proud of you. And if anyone ever needs a friend/someone to cry on or vent to, I am here.
On me dit souvent que je garde tout, que j'accumule des trucs inutiles. Ben ouais, je suis accrochĂ©e Ă des vieux paquets de cigarettes vides, Ă des petits gribouillis sur des mouchoirs, Ă des vieux bouchons de vin, Ă des petits bouts d'alluminium, Ă des vieilles lettres laissĂ©es Ă l'abandon, Ă des dessins jamais finis, Ă des tickets de cinĂ©ma, des places de concerts usagĂ©s et Ă des vieux flacons de parfum. Ouais, je garde ce genre de choses, mais je vais vous dire pourquoi, Ă dĂ©faut de perdre la mĂ©moire, chacun de ces objets gardent en eux un souvenir bien prĂ©cis, un souvenir qui glissera toujours un sourire au coin de mes lĂšvres. Il y aura toujours cette odeur au fond de ce vieux parfum qui me rappelera cet Ă©tĂ© si doux, ces bouchons de vins qui me feront voyager Ă travers ces soirĂ©es Ă©mechĂ©es oĂč je le voyais dans la pĂ©nombre prĂšs de ce lac, ces paquets de cigarette qui me feront souvenir que je passais du temps avec cet individu, ces bouts de lettres qui me diront, â ce que cette personne m'Ă©tait chĂšre â, ces scultures d'alluminium qui me feront toujours mal parce qu'elles portent en elle la nostalgie de ces moments disparus. Puis Ă travers tout ces objets, je voyagerais entre les temps et je me dirais : chacun de ces objets me rappellent un temps oĂč j'avais l'innocence de garder des choses sans valeurs, mais au fond pour moi elles en avaient bien plus que n'importe quoi.
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Youâre not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
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Traveling is like flirting with life. Itâs like saying, âI would stay and love you, but I have to go.â
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Itâs easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams⊠that is being naked.
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