Not In Xinjiang Anymore

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Been sitting at home now for ages. Feels like a lifetime. I glide transcendentally back and forth - like some kind of slow motion autistic kid - from the giddy love for my self-righteous rejection of society, to a deep and soul crushing depression. During the long, drawn out pauses - you know, the ones where it seems like a person may actually be able stand on their own? Without that all encompassing fear of falling into an abyss, (or where the darkness has been carefully hidden, with eyes wide shut), the episodes where I don’t give a fuck either way? I’m really fucking high on opiates.

There used to be 5:-( 

“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?”

—   Voltaire (via dulcetdecember)

(Source: cite-belle, via sadsmallcat)

I deleted my facebook account and my first thought was how I should phrase it on my facebook status.

What a conundrum! Thank god for alternate social media :-)

Not my pic, but its awesome (Taken with Instagram)