Depression in summer is weird. It’s not dark and brooding, for me - it’s white and hazy and confusing. You feel very absent from everyone and everything and all the light seems a little too bright for your tired eyes.
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"The sun flared and died
beyond my horizons.
The earth rotated
unnoted in my notebooks."
- Wislawa Szymborska, from Poems: New & Collected; “May 16, 1973,”
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"Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude."
- Anne Frank (via nitrogen)
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