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wake me up when i’m a child again

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Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959

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Your Demons Have Good Advice, Actually - a short comic about moving on after trauma with a fresh new start

cant believe i drew this entire thing and STILL misspelled ‘whether’

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does anyone have the post thats a leonard cohen quote talking about being empty

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ITS ALL A BLUR, THE PERSON YOU ARE AND THE PERSON YOU WERE.

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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

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wet evening in April by Patrick Kavanagh

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Maybe it’s better to have the terrible times first. I don’t know. Maybe then, you can have, if you live, a better life, a real life, because you had to fight so hard to get it away⸺you know?⸺from the mad dog who held it in his teeth. But then your life has all those tooth marks, too, all those tatters and all that blood.

James Baldwin  This morning, this evening, so soon  

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MAYBE I’M A FOOL

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sorry for acting batshit crazy I was feeling a little unwanted

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On the Day We Went to the Beach After My Top Surgery, Dante Émile

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I've taken the flesh built from Adam's rib and made it my own, and I put my fingers in his wound and worshipped him like he deserved, because we are not men as god has made us, but as we have made ourselves, and so we have made ourselves gods in our own image, and with my fingers in his flesh i said "Look at us, we are men." Our bodys are holy ground, we made them such and so we took turns worshipping what we created on our hands and knees, inventing devotion. We gave eachother the grace and divinity that such an act of creation earned, inventing faith. We have made ourselves holy all on our own.

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Sometimes I talk a lot and sometimes I don’t talk at all and somehow both are embarrassing

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are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me