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“When I saw you again and took a walk with you, I had the same feeling I used to have more than I do now, as though life were something good and precious that one should cherish, and I felt more cheerful and alive than I had been for a long time, because in spite of myself life has gradually become or has seemed much less precious to me, much more unimportant and indifferent.”

— Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to Theo van Gogh in August 1879 (via weltenwellen)

I didn't realise how much anxiety and fear I had been harboring until I was all alone at home, with no one to distract myself from me. Suddenly the air became thicker, almost as if it was crushing me, the pain in my chest grew and all I did was stare at the screen for 2 hours.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

“I feel shaky but calm, and my self has softly returned; yet there’s a sense of peering out into the world rather than existing in it.”

— — Dodie Bellamy, from “On Becoming Undone,” Bee Reaved