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Just a reminder that Vincent van Gogh did not eat yellow paint to make himself feel happy, he ate paint, and drank different chemicals because he was suicidal and this is why he was not allowed in his studio while having breakdowns. He also did not paint starry night and his other great works because he was depressed, he painted most of them while he was in recovery and demonstrated his hopefulness and love of the world through this. Most of his great works were painted from his room at a hospital. Van Gogh’s depression should not be glorified. His hope and effort toward a better life, as well as his recovery from depression should be glorified.

“I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.”

Lora Mathis, If There’s A Way Out I’ll Take It (via wordsnquotes)

I think for as long as I can remember, I've hated my nose.

Maybe it wasn't as strong when I was a kid because I wasn't as aware of my own appearance, but when I was 11 to 12 years old, I started looking in the mirror and thinking "I have big beautiful eyes, a not so small mouth , a good skin and voluminous hair, if it weren't for my grotesque nose I would be beautiful".

I wanted to look back and tell a beautiful story of overcoming and accepting to my 11-year-old self, but to this day I still envy everyone who was born with a cute little nose. I think because my sister has a nose similar to mine, only much smaller, I find myself repeating "why wasn't I born that way too, I would be beautiful".

"I would be beautiful"

All i ever wanted was to be beautiful, to accept my big round nose.

I wish i knew where to start.

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someone pointed out how sad it is that sokka doesn’t remember what his mother looked like when he is nearly identical to her and I haven’t known peace since