words//ramble//libel

Emily

You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

elenamorelli:

{ from eggental to pustertal }

I heard a joke once: Man goes to the doctor. Says he’s depressed, life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. “But Doctor” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”

— Robin Williams (via ointmentgirl)

If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.

anonymous reader on The Dish

One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.

(via mysweetetc)

vghxhhh:

melisica:

(by Ekaterina Pronina)

sad, green, art, FOLLOWING BACK SIMILAR
Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

— Charles Bukowski, Women (via feellng)

bittens:

Last flowers of the fall by jorge zapico on Flickr.
they say
don’t fall in love
with writers
because their poems
are messy
and their letters
are empty words
dressed up to look pretty
but I say
fall in love with me
because underneath the mess
and in between the lines
is a heart too full of love
that would follow you
to any city

— c.p (via itsonlyyforever)