"That’s the thing I want to make clear about depression: It’s got nothing at all to do with life. In the course of life, there is sadness and pain and sorrow, all of which, in their right time and season, are normal — unpleasant, but normal. Depression is an altogether different zone because it involves a complete absence: absence of affect, absence of feeling, absence of response, absence of interest. The pain you feel in the course of a major clinical depression is an attempt on nature’s part (nature, after all, abhors a vacuum) to fill up the empty space. But for all intents and purposes, the deeply depressed are just the walking, waking dead."
Matt Smith as Patrick Bateman on American Psycho, The Musical.
THERE IS A NEWLY DISCOVERED PLANET ‘THAT SHOULD NOT BE THERE’ NO SERIOUSLY
AND I REPEAT:
THIS IS NOT A DRILL WHOVIANS
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
EDIT: ONE OF THE LINKS IN MY ORIGINAL POST DID NOT WORK
IT SHOULD BE FINE NOW
RESUME REGULARLY SCHEDULED WHOVIANING
migaloo, the only known all white humpback whale, was photographed by jenny dean (first, third photos) in the great barrier reef. though often described as albino, migaloo has brown eyes and is more likely leucistic or hypopigmented. last year, a white orca named iceberg was photographed (second photo) for the first time by e. lazareva in the north pacific, but is again not technically believed to be albino.
I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background.
Just like the Cheshire Cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant.
I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who looks so very vibrant and shimmery, but who is in fact soon going to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union.
Because with everyday that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible, getting covered over more thickly with darkness, coats and coats of darkness that are going to suffocate me in the sweltering heat of the summer sun that I can’t even see anymore, even though I can feel it burn.
Imagine, only knowing that the sun is shining because you feel the ache of its awful heat and not because you know the joy of its light.
Imagine always being in the dark."