People speak sometimes about the ‘bestial’ cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.
For the philosopher is right who says that nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy…
starting to understand
that I will
You never know how sick you are until you try to recover.
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Find a beautiful wish and breath reality into it. Find a beautiful reality and breath a wish into it. Find a beautiful lie and breath truth into it. Find a beautiful truth and let it be.
It is impossible to create without destroying: a certain previous condition must be destroyed in order to produce a new one. The most synthetic creation is inevitably also an act of destruction.
Maybe, just maybe… on We Heart It.
Being Borderline makes me feel lost. I forget who I am and how I used to be. I’m not sure if that ever was really me. I remember always having depression. I would get overly excited about things. Annoyed people. Then I felt disgusted with how I was. Hated myself. Then picked myself back up and did the cycle over again.
Moments where I am happy are the most intense feelings I’ve ever felt. When I’m alone and unmediated I have thoughts that seem philosophical.
I wonder about my soul and what made me so damn sick.
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