— Ryan O’Connell

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having a pretty face is nothing compared to having a pretty heart

But, heavy

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

— Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,”

There are days, where your happiness tastes stale. There are days, when the safe feelings have sunk back into the deepness of yourself. Where the demons were contained. Where you couldn't see them, very often at the least. But there are days, where those demons return. Efortlessly, quietly and suddenly. And the sweet, awful feeling of how their darkness once existed is all you can feel again. You're reminded of their consuming, sickening, weakening existence that almost swallowed you whole not that long ago. There are so many days, where you don't feel their weight. But the days where they remind you, that they will always be there, that their permanent, that they hide when the suns out, but are just as real and ever existing as when it's not. Those are the days, when they feel the heaviest.

what is this teaching me?

-the suicide effect