(Source: younglovesuchdumblove, via theseheartlines)
jaz or jasmin, sydney.
i like cyan tinted photographs, cheap gigs, video games, action figures, semicolons, oliver sykes, bring me the horizon, karl-christoph, kinder surprises and the city.
No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was going through life asleep.
It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. ‘Hold tight,’ I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.
It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. ‘Hold tight,’ I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.
Haruki Murakami, Sleep (via larmoyante)
This is heartbreaking. As a person who has suffered and still is suffering from depression I can surely say it made me stop and watch this for such a long time. Why should anyone feel sorry for “having” depression? You don’t have depression first of all. Depression “has” you in some kinda weird way. And it’s never your fault. Never and in no fucking way. Don’t be sorry. Don’t let anyone make you apologize for feeling this way. Nobody wants depression. Nobody needs it. Nobody. With no exception. Don’t ever ever apologize.
You wouldn’t apologize about having a broken arm, would you?
(via dejectance)
