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bonelessbuffalochicken:

"You’re gonna do great today"

becausewhynoteathumans:

im really fucking sarcastic for someone who’s about to start crying most of the time

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scarymansion:

Michał Budny

Whoever said that light was life
and darkness nothing? For some
of us, the mythologies
are different.
Margaret Atwood, “My Life As A Bat,” from Sudden. (via elucipher)

(Source: literarymiscellany, via elucipher)

LADY MACBETH : Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty.

Make thick my blood.
— Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act I, Scene 5 (via elucipher)

(Source: camilla-macauley, via elucipher)

The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the side walk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling. — David Foster Wallace

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miss-catastrofes-naturales:

Daniel Norris
Poster of A Clockwork Orange