When Mondays caught fire

In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. 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 (via misswallflower)

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“The Little Mermaid” by Wanda Zeigner-Ebel (1923)

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“The Little Mermaid” by Wanda Zeigner-Ebel (1923)

And in the end, of course, a true war story is never about war. It’s about sunlight. It’s about the special way that dawn spreads out on a river when you know you must cross the river and march into the mountains and do things you are afraid to do. It’s about love and memory.

— How to Tell a True War Story by Tim O’Brien

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A painting is more then the sum of it’s parts. A cow by itself is just A cow. A meadow by itself is just grass, flowers. And the sun picking through the trees, is just a beam of light. But you put them all together and it can be magic.

—Richard Baker, Flipped (via deepfriedjupiter)