I got this rig that runs on memories
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Reblogged from leonardcohenminute  7 notes

…I see you in the subway and I see you on the bus. I see you lying down with me and I see you waking up. I see your hand, I see your hair, your bracelets and your brush. And I call to you, I call to you, but I don’t call soft enough — There ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure for love.

I walked into this empty church — I had no place else to go — when the sweetest voice I ever heard, came whispering to my soul. I don’t need to be forgiven for loving you so much. It’s written in the scriptures, it’s written there in blood. I even heard the angels declare it from above — There ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure, there ain’t no cure for love.

By From “Ain’t No Cure For Love,” a song written by Leonard Cohen from his album I’m Your Man. (via leonardcohenminute)

Reblogged from karadin  120,285 notes

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. By

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)

Reblogged from bookphile  368 notes

fighting-naturalist:

"I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.”

- from “Sea Fever” by John Masefield