I dream of a day where men and females can walk around in public with bloodshot eyes and not be judged by anyone by how many extra chips you buy or pizza slices.

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Interesting fact. The photographer of this photo was a high school student. He committed suicide after exams.

Reblogging in memory of the photographer.

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If someone thinks that peace and love are just a cliche that must have been left behind in the 60s, that’s a problem. Peace and love are eternal.
John Lennon (via purplebuddhaproject)

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Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.
Unknown (via noirdunuit)

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for my final trick, i shall turn into a disappointment

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