i'm in love with you and you should be too.

emily elizabeth u.
studying biochemistry
True love is a love without possessiveness. You love and still you are free, and the other person is also free. The kind of love that has no joy is not true love. If both parties cry every day, then that’s not true love. There must be joy and freedom and understanding in love. Thích Nhất Hạnh (via everyday-tourist)

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That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet. Emily Dickinson (via quotes-shape-us)

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Manic depression is touching my soul, I know what I want but I just don’t know Jimi Hendrix - Manic Depression (via bad-customers)

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peira:

Anita Snellman:  Stilleben med Frukt (1956)

peira:

Anita Snellman:  Stilleben med Frukt (1956)

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thatkindofwoman:

Created in the 1930s by an anonymous author (supposedly Cantankerus Nott), the directory listed the pure-blood families in Great Britain.

HP nerd forever. 

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Art is the only way to run away without leaving home. Twyla Tharp (via fassadenmensch)

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littlecatlady:

asuucr:

Growth & Repair
March 9th, 2012 - 14th birthdayMarch 9th, 2013 - 15th birthdayMarch 9th, 2014 - 16th birthday

oh wow this is lovely

littlecatlady:

asuucr:

Growth & Repair

March 9th, 2012 - 14th birthday
March 9th, 2013 - 15th birthday
March 9th, 2014 - 16th birthday

oh wow this is lovely

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Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
Pearl (via psych-facts)

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