“I live a living death, my flesh is wounded, bleeding, cadaverized, my rhythm slowed down or interrupted, time has been erased or bloated, absorbed into sorrow…Absent from other people’s meaning, alien, accidental with respect to naive happiness, I owe a supreme, metaphysical lucidity to my depression. On the frontiers of life and death, occasionally I have the arrogant feeling of being witness to the meaninglessness of Being, of revealing the absurdity of bonds and beings.” — Julia Kristeva, “Black Sun: Depression and Melancholia” (via lovevoltaireusapart)
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do you ever say something that actually took some courage to say and then the other person doesn’t reply how you wanted them to and makes you feel stupid so then you’re just so embarrassed and regret saying anything
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xo
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“A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.” — Joseph Joubert (via icanrelateto)
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today was stormy
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visual representation of putting your trust in someone
too powerful not to reblog
I literally feel like this
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