Your bones aren't made of glass.

You can take life's knocks.

Be Drunk
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

I know that I'm forever condemned to thinking about suicide when I face any difficulties or sadness. This terrifies me. My basic principle is suicide. Never committed, Never will, but thinking about it senses my senses.
- Cesare Pavese

In love with this🖤🖤🖤👆🖤🖤🖤

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"It's a dark place , " he started , " my head I mean." he clarified when his friend looked at him with a puzzled look.
" Sometimes , I feel like am jumping of a bridge and am waiting for my dark end , my death , but it never comes , yet I still see the water underneath , I keep hurling in the air but I never touch it . " he said.His friend shuddered at the thought.
" Can't someone pull you back up ? "
He shook his had ruefully.
" No.No one can except me."

"And I thought to myself...just for one moment I thought..."
"Why fight?"
"Why not just stop?"

"But you fought?"

"No,I didn't "

"The only reason I am here is because the ONES I LOVE DIDN'T GIVE UPON ME."🖤

I scream for so much help


but I use so much irony,so people usually think I'm joking

@depressdua_gete

I was born to be the other woman.

Who belonged to noone...who belonged to everyone.

Who had nothing...who wanted everything.

Drapetomania (n):
Desire to disappear and flee, whether due to or without flight from space and time, or escape from society and the soul.