21 // POC // Free spirited indigo child // Hippie // Activist // World traveller with a severe case of wanderlust // Aspiring marketing guru // Avid wordsmith // Crossfitter // On a mission to leave my mark on the world before I go // "A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men." -Roald Dahl
I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, There now, hang on, you’ll get over it.Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.