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Twenty-two, Icelandic, writer, film studies major and trying to live life to the fullest with depression on the side. I would love to get to know you.

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“Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.”

– Tove Jansson, The Summer Book, trans. Thomas Teal (via identicalwoman)

“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 mysweetetc)

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Ég elska þennan dag, ég elska Ísland og ég elska alla allskonar 💛💙💜💚❤️ #reykjavikpride #gaypride #proud (at Gay Pride Reykjavik)