#romanticizing depression

[oat-meal]

Small rant in tags

[homeshakey]

“the only reason you’ll remember me is because i took ur virginity uwu aesthetic sad depression i can’t hold a conversation”

the only reason i remember you is because you lied to me over and over again when all you wanted was an easy fuck.

[crooked-rain]

Today we have someone like Lana Del Rey, who doesn’t even know what feminism is, who believes women can do whatever they want, which, in her world, tilts toward self-destruction, whether it’s sleeping with gross old men or getting gang raped by bikers. Equal pay and equal rights would be nice. Naturally, it’s just a persona. If she really truly believes it’s beautiful when young musicians go out on a hot flame of drugs and depression, why doesn’t she just off herself?

Kim Gordon

[arabellawearsblack]

I mean you shouldn't do it. There's nothing beautiful or pretty about wanting to slit your wrist or breaking down every day. Your eyes don't look deep when you haven't slept for three days, they just look tired and empty. It's not battle scars or art. It's wounds and scars that you've done yourself. It's pain. But sometimes I think we need to call it beautiful or connect it to something more deep and psychological because we can use it to realize that not everything sucks. Not everything is black and dark, there's sometimes light and flowers. But that light is a fake light, and it is not the light of the end of the tunnel. So never confuse that light with the real deal. But no, you shouldn't do it, but as a depressed person, I think that sometimes we need to get up from under the water and catch our breath and that little light is our air.

on romanticizing depression 

[takeitlikeagoodgirl]

In Between Football Commercials

"What's wrong, you don"t look so happy?" "This is how I always am," was my reply, void of eye contact like his question. "That's not true, you're happy a lot of the time," he mused in a monotone voice while he fast-forwarded through the commercials that held his attention and gaze. "Then you don't know me at all," was the final remark. I don't need

your fake sympathy

in 

between

football

commercials. I can't exist

in the moments

you need entertainment 

from mindless television breaks. Relationships

don't

work

that 

way.