this book from my childhood has the prettiest illustrations
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this book from my childhood has the prettiest illustrations
The reason depression is literally the worst is not because of the soul-crushing sadness or the wanting to kill yourself or the self harm or all the violent and extreme emotions that come with dealing with this particular mental handicap. Itâs the long and painful stretches of days of weeks of months where youâre not really depressed, but you kind of just exist. The time you spend sitting in bed aimlessly browsing the Internet instead of finishing that video game you thought was fun or going out with a friend to see a movie or getting up and doing your laundry. You exist, and itâs okay, but youâre not really sure why. Youâre not doing anything productive when you have all the time in the world to be doing it. You feel like youâre missing out on life, but at the same time you feel that it doesnât really matter. Thatâs the worst kind of depression.
Me: *comes home crying after seeing infinity war*
My mom: what happened??!?!?
Me:
hey itâs me: a huge fan of attention and validation
Keira Knightley photographed by Alexi Lubormirski for Harperâs Bazaar (December, 2016)
you can still radiate light if youâre sad. you can still be kind and soft-hearted if youâre a bit cynical. you donât need to be the happiest person to make someone elseâs day better.
*feels nothing* mmm, donât like that *feels something but like, too much* mmm not a fan of that either
Alban Bergâs autographed musical quotation from Lulu dedicated to Dr. Alfred Kalmis, his lifelong publisher, dated 1935.
This ainât on no bragging shit. I just want yâall to know that your time is coming. Everything is on the way! That career you want? On the way. The person thatâs meant for you? On the way. Your dreams? On the way. Your own car/spot? On the way.
Itâs all on the way.
I receive this! Thank you for this.
Me: *has a project due tomorrow*
Me: *sits on my piano and transcribes the avengers theme song*
experiences that take place on a different plane of existence
- parentsâ evening
- sleepovers
- literally the entirety of Christmas Day
- lying in bed with earphones in
- flights
- exams
- anything you do between 3-4am
- driving in the dark
-when you come out of the movie theater and itâs dark outside
Venice, Italy
i really wish everyone had good hearts and good intentions for others. honestly.
the signs as suburban haunts
ARIES: flattened paper boats scattered like the remains of a murdered animal along a dried up river, rundown motels with their blasted neon signs and smashed-in windows, pink streamers from some neighborhood childâs birthday party shuffling across the street like bright tumbleweed, a train rattling off into the breathless night & the trace remnants of a week old bonfire found in the middle of nowhere.Â
TAURUS: chipped paint, shattered shot glasses lying across an abandoned pool table missing a few billiard balls, flyers rustling like autumn leaves against the tempestuous tides of the wind, advertising concerts & magic shows that took place in 2005, the sillage of old perfume clogging up the air, still thick as the scent of blood or wildflowers.
GEMINI: the corpse of a cigarette that hasnât touched a mouth in months, a dilapidated playground where lost souls come out to play, threadbare curtains ripped like the wings of a dissected bird, strange red-brown stains across the hotel bedsheets, a gate grown weary with new-forming foliage & age, whining erroneously whenever maneuvered.Â
CANCER: an empty casket, coffee rim imprints across hardwood tables, an old, tattered shoe lying haphazardly on the side of the road, a junkyard littered with ancient cars still soggy with stories, a pick-up with a broken windshield, a cadillac with a massacred paint job, someoneâs motorcycle with blood staining the front tire, an askew portrait with eyes that follow you around the room.
LEO: a carnival horse with one eye scratched out, a daycare centre that shut down years ago, plagued with the colorful ghosts of childrenâs drawings still tacked to the crumbling walls, a spiral staircase that seems to shift direction when nobodyâs paying attention, crunched up beer cans rolling across an empty rooftop & lichen kissing the concrete.Â
VIRGO: the supermarket, flickering & eerie at night like the shadows unearthed beneath troubled eyes, owls stirring in between the murmuring trees, a single upturned grave in a cemetery that isnât supposed to be notorious for hauntings, an old fountain still glistening with pennies that are no longer considered currency, a collapsed bottle of wine running the tiles red.
LIBRA: handprints imprinted onto fogged-up windows, red rooms crowded with developing photographs of people whose faces you recognize but cannot quite place, broken doll heads, a necklace that erupted into a sea of pearls, a deflated blow up kiddie pool collecting parched grass and critters, a busted arcade game & the laughter of people long gone still trapped inside the walls.
SCORPIO: books with grimacing yellow pages, someone attempting to sell you a cursed object on etsy, a leaky shower-head, a clock thatâs stuck in time, a torn, unravelled couch sitting deserted in someoneâs front lawn, candy stores that proclaim sales on expired sweets & ruddy patches of farmland.Â
SAGITTARIUS: basements stacked with unwanted toys, a box of thin-mints, footsteps reverberating around the house when itâs 2 AM and youâre home alone, a burned down lemonade stand, that weird alien light in the third window of your neighborâs house that never seems to get turned off, a certain rattling coming from the kitchen.
CAPRICORN: rain pummeling against damp ceilings, clothes ripped off the washing line, an empty aquarium, obscure little thrift stores that sell leather jackets from the eighties, gas station lights flirting with you from the distance, the alley where they say the vagabonds roam their night countries, sniffing up and dressing down and slitting the throats of angels.
AQUARIUS: those tiny coffee shops that fill you with nostalgia for places youâll never visit, âJESUS LOVES YOUâ spray-painted across the sides of ramshackle buildings, an antique almirah scratched to high hell, a monster in the closet, the tunnel beneath the bridge that half the town believes is a gateway to hell, smoking up in trip mall parking lots.Â
PISCES: halloween decor presented in shop windows a couple months early, visiting that lake where you heard that one kid drowned, the garage door slamming without cause or notice, storing fireflies in jars, drugstore makeup, birthday cake flavored oreos, a wheeled desk chair that seems to turn on its own when nobodyâs in the office, a candle snuffed out on a windless evening.