Whose Life Is It Anyway?

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[danismm]

Berlin 1925. The Cecilie Gardens in the Schöneberg district. This photograph was taken from Sponholzstraße.

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Lighthouse keeper, 1958 ad detail.

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The ‘Rheingoldsaal’, Düsseldorf, Germany c. 1930. Arch. Prof. Dr. h.c. Wilhelm Kreis.

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“Put your walls to work” 1970 bathroom.

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Residential building in Vienna 1905. Arch. Josef Eigel.

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“False front” 1958 ad detail.

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Friend: “Hey, I haven’t seen you in forever! how are you?”

me: “Fine, thanks.”

Lemony Snicket from outta nowhere: “Of course, in this case, ‘fine’ is only meant to reassure. She has never been less fine, nor was she ever fine in the first place. Here, the word ‘fine’ could be defined as ‘I am actually slowly dying on the inside, but don’t wish for anyone to worry’.

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[danismm]

“Smoking room” Jean Béraud, 1910.

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[square-enix]

is anyone else just going through life like “yeah i just gotta get past this last difficult week and then it’s smooth sailing from there!” but like… every week

[charliekellykingoftherats]

[whoselifeisitanyway]

@isobelfree

[sweetschizo-deactivated20190808]

Can we leave all the “psychiatric medication is bad, evil and unnecessary” discourse in 2017 where it belongs and fucking accept that the brain is an organ that can get sick and need treatment just like any other part of the body?

[neurodivergent-crow]

Yeah I reblogged this 3x in a row. It was on purpose. Fight me.