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andreakisasi:

I wish I had written this. This is everything I feel about Holiday, who woke me up at 4am because she was hunting an invisible bug and my dead asleep body was in her goddamn way.

This article is everything. My cat is not my child; I don’t identify with him. When he yowls, he sounds like a balloon squeaking out the last of its air, which is the worst sound in my life. He bites my ankles in my sleep. But he’s my cat. I hate and love him all the same.

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If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.

anonymous reader on The Dish

One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.

(via the-greatdepression)

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andreakisasi:

Outside Lands 2014.
Disclosure, Typhoon, wine wine wine, pastrami cheese fries, Kanye West, Local Natives, wine, Tycho, Vance Joy, Haim, more wine, chili cheese fries, cheese, Death Cab for Cutie, wine, coffee, Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers, ice cream, The Brothers Comatose, digital detox, extra wine, live art, waffle fries, little more wine, multiple pizzas, cut/copy, The Killers, Tiësto.
I would do this again.

That about sums it up. Maybe some more wine.