I’m the kind of person who starts overthinking a casual conversation I had with a stranger online

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In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony. —Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via narcoticfairy)
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tfw the first thing you do in the morning is cry

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i don’t even know what being young feels like anymore

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saehanparc:

Makeup

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anarchyisfunandfree:

Really fucked up how people generally argue that without the wage incentive no one will do menial, dangerous or unpleasant work and not come to the natural conclusion that capitalism is a system which creates and maintains an entire class of people who are forced to do said work under threat of poverty and starvation.

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Not only are selves conditional but they die. Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time? It is even possible to dislike our old selves, those disposable ancestors of ours. For instance, my high-school self — skinny, scabby, giggly, gabby, frantic to be noticed, tormented enough to be a tormentor, relentlessly pushing his cartoons and posters and noisy jokes and pseudo-sophisticated poems upon the helpless high school — strikes me now as considerably obnoxious, though I owe him a lot. —John Updike, Self-Consciousness
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tephor:

don’t flirt with me!! ………. i’m delicate and foolish

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