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That side of depression

Why do people never talk about the part of depression when you just don’t want anything anymore? Everybody talks about when it hurts like hell, when you cry, when you cut, when you take drugs, when you break down. But no one ever talks about when you just lay down in your room, with a hole inside of you that you don’t know how to fill, and you don’t want to do anything even the things you usually like. So you just spend your day kinda waiting for it to end. And it’s horrible because you feel empty and guilty for that at the same time. 

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i am crowded by your absence.

Mallory Pearson, from “The Heaviest Rain We Ever Had,” published in Kingdoms in the Wild (via mylinae)

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Claude Monet.

“I am very depressed and deeply disgusted with painting. It is really a continual torture.”

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A handwritten note, scrawled in Arabic on a torn cigarette pack, was discovered on the ground last week in Pozzallo as migrants filed off a ship. It was from someone initialed “A” to someone else initialed “R.”

“I wanted to be with you,” read the note. “Don’t you dare forget me. I love you very much. My wish is for you not to forget me. Be well my love. A loves R. I love you.”

كلمات عربية مكتوبة بخط اليد على غلاف علبة سجائر ممزقة عُثر عليها بعد إنقاذ مركب لمهاجريين غير شرعيين لإيطاليا من أ لـ ر The New York Times | T.B : Lynsey Addario 

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Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.

Her (2013) Dir. Spike Jonze

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I know just how you feel: it was here, and it was beautiful, and now it’s gone.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Edmund Wilson featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay (via mylinae)

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I almost wish I had never met you – so I wouldn’t feel so empty.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman c. January 1951 (via mylinae)

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‘  Anyone will do. You don’t care who it is! You’re afraid of Misato, and the First Child… you’re afraid of your mother and father, too! So now you come running to me… because that’s the easiest way to keep from getting hurt! You never even loved yourself! You’re all you have and you never even learned to like yourself! ‘

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You were the one that I wanted to feel the earth rotate with.

Shinji Moon, This is No Longer About You (via mylinae)

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asdfhkahladfhkl… but rose hair tho

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