The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
someone was like hey do a flower beard thing and i was like okay
watching fullyrawkristina and i’m so hungry but there’s not much food to prepare in this house
Paul Signac (French, 1863-1935), Les Diablerets (L’Oldenhorn et le Bécabesson), 1903. Oil on canvas, 65 x 81 cm.
THIS IS MAKING ME REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE
a day in the life of misty
okay but this literally the entire first series in one gif