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Chloé Norgaard - Ashish - Fall 2014

maybe my favourite collection of all time ever ever ever
philoclea:

Svea Kloosterhof by Sarah Piantadosi for Dazed & Confused Korea, August 2013

Depression is not beautiful poetry and sympathy from loved ones and a beautiful girl crying in the middle of the night while her boyfriend holds her and whispers “I love you” over and over again.
Depression is not dead flowers and lana del rey music and dark eyeliner and lipstick smearing your face as you cry in a dirty bathtub smeared with your own blood.
Depression is a foul taste in your mouth and smell in your room because you don’t care enough to take a shower or brush your teeth.
Depression is longing for the days you cry because feeling something is better than feeling nothing and being sad is better than the blunt anxiety that is a constant in the back of your mind.
Depression is watching your friends slip away because you don’t care enough to call them or see them and in turn feeling lonely and ignored because it feels like they don’t care enough to call you or see you.
Depression is watching your grades plunge because how can you care about them when you don’t even care if you live or die?
Depression is having your teachers and your parents call you lazy and unmotivated and a deadbeat because of these grades and because your illness is so blind to them you have trouble convincing even yourself that it exists.
Depression is your back aching from staying in bed for hours a day, hoping you can live out your life in bed until you don’t have to live anymore.
Depression is staying up until five a.m. watching tv because if you turn everything off you will be alone with your thoughts and there is nothing on earth worse than that.
Depression is groaning in disappointment and anxiety when you wake up the next morning.
Depression is praying yet again that night that you don’t wake up.
Depression is not romantic. It is not beautiful. It is disgusting, empty, ugly. It is a pain so deep and long lasting you forget how you ever were without it.

In honor of Robin Williams and all the depressed people in the world.

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255

(via thephilyptian)

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love-lives-to-hurt:

mistize:

one girl scrolled past this and woke up without boobs

Forever reblog cuz I don’t wanna wake up without boobs.

The fucking notes

Not taking any chances

i worry about not re-blogging this everyday 

You guys scare my boobs.
cosmic-trails:


Did you know a flower placed in highlighter fluid can absorb the fluorescent ink into its leaves and petals? Shining a black light onto it then reveals a delicate network of glowing veins. The colours in this amazing image by Boaz Ng are natural.
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my room right now

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