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Rayge
Ross, 15, Italy.
I love music, summer nights, my family, Canada, draw things I like, Naruto and Kingdom Hearts.
Nobody really knows me, not even myself. I'm searching for something that, one day, will change my life. That's the only thing I know.
And I swear, I'll fight for it.

unheard-of-silence:

Sara’s list of little nostalgic things- -

The “Riot!” Album by Paramore.

A Birthday gift from my Mom, which very quickly became the only thing I listened to for a month straight. It’s still one of my favorite things ever.

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)

"Have a heart."

Se entri nell’acqua fredda dopo un po’ ti abitui.
— Il respiro dei libri (via il-respiro-dei-libri)
trohmanbouvier:

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trohmanbouvier:

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If your affections are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed.
— Film: Pride & Prejudice (via hqlines)
counterpxrtsss:

new addition to my wall 🐦

counterpxrtsss:

new addition to my wall 🐦

sanjl:

それは私のペンを下に置くことについての時間だ
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satisfymyqun:

so my sister’s boyfriend had naruto figurines that he didnt want

hes so fucking ugly

heres his hands

like  why

what the fuck is wrong with his fu cking neck

theres a fucking gaara one too 

someone payed actual money for this

IM STUCK WITH THESE WHA TAM I GOING TO DO WITH THESE

STICK THE DISEMBODIED HANDS UP MY ASSHOLE??

akahshi:

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