#Urban Depression

[streetsofdublin]

ST PETER'S LANE STREET STILL HOSTS SOME STREET ART

St. Peter's Lane had gained a reputation as an open-air canvas for street artists and one could expect find vibrant murals, stencils, and other forms of street art adorning its walls, making it an interesting spot for photography enthusiasts

I THOUGHT THAT I HAD MADE AN ERROR BY REFERRING TO IT AS CABRA PARK LANE IN THE PAST It’s a small lane connecting Cabra Park and St. Peter’s Road and it is situated in Phibsborough which is frequently described as a vibrant neighbourhood on Dublin’s Northside. Previously known as Cabra Park Lane. The recent name change to St. Peter’s Lane is a reference to the nearby St. Peter’s Church, a…

[vishnusmrti]

Terrorizers, Edward Yang (1986)

[cicada-heart]

somewhere in south georgia III

august 2016

this was such a strange, heady summer and i think of it often

(I, II, IV)

[murdershawty]

sleep with one eye open, always winking at the reaper

[burntsaltsblog]

my depression has been terrible the past week, so in an attempt to make myself feel better, i showered with butchers shampoo, and now im sleeping in his shirt (welcome to my delulu world)

i wanna order more of butcher’s shit someone tell me what to get next

[punk-abuse]

[streetsofdublin]

(via URBAN EXPRESSION AND DEPRESSION IN TRIM REF-226401-1)

I walked along the lane until I got to Mornington Way and Mornington Heights Estate which I did not explore in detail because of an intense rain storm which forced me to return home.

[littlelarajean]

You’re so right there just wasn’t enough FUCKING GREY BEFORE

[veeveetheheretic]

all I want is to sleep.

[grubbe-foty]

(„¬‿¬ )

[akkivee]

i think it’s interesting that when kuukou and ichiro collaborate with their music, both in nb and bbbat, the sound comes out closer to a bb sound, leaning heavily on old school hiphop vibes. similarly when samatoki and sasara collide, their music is in the jazz genres which is a dh sound

makes me wonder if it’s a reflection of their dynamics, eg kuukou following ichiro’s lead in their nb days/samatoki going along with a lot of sasara’s whims or maybe a dynamic to come 🤔

[undbtlone]

'Depression took my colours away...'

[newyorkthegoldenage]

27 West 124th St., 1932.

Photo: Charles Von Urban via MCNY

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[confusedhomicidalrage]

(I guess) TW!!! This fanfic mentions Suicide, alcohol, and death.

"Joshua?" Eli quietly called out through the seemingly empty house. The stairs creaked as he walked them down, careful not to make too much noise. Eli walked into the living room, but didn't see Joshua at all. He could only see Robert, sitting on the couch, probably passed out, with a few empty alcohol bottles next to him, and the TV running some sort of porn program. Eli looked away from the TV, such adult things always made him uncomfortable, it made him feel filthy just looking at it. The sounds weren't better; just a mess of skin slapping, weird gagging, and lots of moaning that made Eli want to vomit. His eyes went to the empty alcohol bottles, some were knocked over or even broken, others were leaking or just still half full, but they all had one thing in common; they smelt disgusting. It made Eli's nose scrunch up as his hands quickly went to cover his nose and mouth.

He tip-toed past Robert and out of the house, his hands moving back to his sides as he breathed in the, at least better smelling, air. He took a few steps into the cornfields, calling out for Joshua once more.

"Joshua? Joshua, where are you?" ,Eli yelled, his hands moving to push aside the corn stalks and walk through them. However, Eli's eyes soon widened when he smelled a dirty stench that was...like a crime to even be near. Eli's eyes narrowed as he walked into the direction of the stench. A wet sound underneath his shoes made him flinch, looking down at what he stepped in made his eyes go as wide as bowling balls. A thick, dark red, almost brown-ish liquid. Blood.

Eli panicked as he followed the trail of blood, only to freeze when he saw why it was there in the first place. There, in the cornfield, laid Joshua, not moving. His eyes were closed, and he didn't seem to be breathing. Cautiously, Eli walked towards his brother, kneeling down and shaking his arm. "Joshua?...Joshua, wake up...this isn't funny..." ,Eli mumbled quietly, tears prickling his eyes as he shook Joshua rapidly. Then, Eli noticed the large flesh wound across Joshua's chest, with his clothes teared and stained in blood. The wound was bleeding heavily and some flesh seemed to be somewhat pulled out, undoubtedly, it was done by the scythe Robert owned.

Eli knew their Father was a horrible person, abusing the brothers whenever they made a mistake or he got drunk, but to see Joshua lying there...dead...by his Father's hands...it made Eli sick. He had to hold back gags as the tears began falling down his cheeks promptly, his breathing shaky and heavy as he bit his lower lip. Joshua was the one person to protect him, to actually make him feel loved.Eli sobbed, covering his face and pitifully crying into his palms. He couldn't believe this. This was his worst nightmare come true. If Joshua wasn't there, why did Eli wake up everyday? Not even he who Walks behind the rows could bring Eli the same happiness the young boy felt when with his big brother. As Eli removed his hands from his tear-soaked face, he couldn't even breathe normally. His breathing was more similar to desperate gasps of air, shaky and fast. His entire body was trembling like a leaf in a hurricane.

Eli threw himself on the corpse of his beloved brother, sobbing into his unmoving chest. The little one was heartbroken, he felt so much despair and sorrow. If Joshua wasn't there to cheer him up every day, Eli didn't want to continue living the pathetic life he had been living for years now. He didn't even want to attempt to do this without Joshua, he couldn't bear even the mere thought of such a thing. He stood up, and narrowed his eyes. He couldn't let his Father get away with such an act.

"Family is sacred..." Eli whispered as he ran back to the house, not even bothering to try and be quiet now. As he slammed the door open, tears still going down his pale cheeks, Robert woke up, annoyed. But before he could scream at his son, The latter picked up one of the empty bottles and smashed it onto his Father's head. Robert screeched out in pain, holding his bleeding head and frantically trying to remove the glass shards, although it proved futile.

Eli sniffled and grabbed a nearby knife Robert normally kept as a way to abuse Eli and Joshua, which included cutting their skin off or forcefully cutting their hair and ripping it. Eli jumped onto his Father and repeatedly stabbed him into the face, until it was just a mess of blood, flesh and broken bones. Eli took a deep, shaky breath, slowly lowering the knife. He was covered in blood, the carpet was stained. Eli stood up, his legs wobbly and barely able to properly hold him up. He walked out of the house again, and back to where Joshua's dead body was laying. Eli began sobbing the moment he saw it, and fell to his knees.

"Joshua..." ,he choked out between sobs, mourning his dead brother. He couldn't live without him. And so, Eli laid down beside Joshua, and lifted the knife, aligning it with where Eli's heart was located. The young boy stared at Joshua's face, before thrusting the knife into his own chest. Eli yelled out in pain, watching as the blood seeped into his clothing and oozed out of his wound. Eli's arms fell to the side, as his gaze went back to Joshua.

"We'll leave this earth together, Brother..." ,Eli whispered, his eyelids falling as his breathing stopped too. As the two dead brothers laid side by side, their blood mixed on the dirt and mud ground of the cornfield. They would remain together forever, no matter in what way.

[streetsofdublin]

URBAN EXPRESSION AND DEPRESSION IN TRIM REF-226401-1

I walked along the lane until I got to Mornington Way and Mornington Heights Estate which I did not explore in detail because of an intense rain storm which forced me to return home.

LANEWAY CONNECTING MORNINGTON WAY TO PATRICK STREET I visited St Patrick’s Catholic Church in Trim on the day after Christmas and after leaving the church I noticed that there was a large carpark across the street from the church which gave me an opportunity to photograph the complete building. After taking a few photographs I noticed a laneway which I decided to explore. I walked along the lane…