Now the night is coming to an end,
The sun will rise and we will try again.
Stay alive, stay alive for me.
You will die, but now your life is free,
Take pride in what is sure to die.
I will fear the night again,
I hope I’m not my only friend.
depression is when you don’t really care about anything
anxiety is when you care too much about everything
and having both is just like what
- white dad in any movie: but son, you're throwing away your DREAM
- white son in any movie: no dad, I'm throwing away ~yours~
What the really great artists do is they’re entirely themselves. They’re entirely themselves, they’ve got their own vision, they have their own way of fracturing reality, and if it’s authentic and true, you will feel it in your nerve endings.
— David Foster Wallace (via paradoxicalsentiments)
