“Walls Have Feelings” Spleen, Spring/Summer 2012

- Shuntaro Tanikawa

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If you get the reference. Hazy days once more. 

Oh mickey, you’re so fine.

Two days prior to this photo, I swallowed a cocktail of prescription meds and vodka. Midway through, my heart felt funny, I couldn’t feel my limbs anymore, my head was heavy and spinning madly. I wanted to go to sleep and never wake up but I didn’t want to die. But if I did, I didn’t mind that either. It’s not easy to explain to people why I harm myself this way, how do you even explain depression to people who are perfectly happy with life? Some days, I cope okay. Some days, I don’t. I don’t need anyone to understand me. I just need someone to hold my hand and tell me everything will be fine. I just need someone to cuddle me when I cry. I need someone to find me when I can’t. I just need someone.  

— Charles Baudelaire, La fanfario