Kassy
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bby stop…..

“I want you.
Right now.
Your lips on mine.
Your hands around my waist.
My lips on your neck.
My hands running through your hair.
Heavy breaths.
Deep stares.
I want you.
Right now.
In my bed.
Right next to me.
Holding me tight.
Talking about anything.
Gentle kisses in between thoughts.
Our tired eyes holding contact.
Slowly falling asleep.”

ugh

“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, ambitious, kind people into zombies who can’t accomplish a simple task. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your surroundings, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it; you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.

Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off those who need to take a pill just so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life. It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.

Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families — it ruins families. You cannot fathom what it takes to feign normalcy, to get up every morning, to go on about your day, run simple tasks, or even do small talk; when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never experienced it does not make it nonexistent or irrelevant. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression.”

i have never read something so perfect

fohk:

“God forbid, I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I can be considered a lady? I’m the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side, and sometimes I want to kill myself”
Cruel Intentions (1999)Roger Kumble