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Phoebe Tonkin for Into The Goss “Fake Your Piercings” August 2014 

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The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
—David Foster Wallace (via offfme)

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Submarine (2011) dir. Richard Ayoade

Submarine (2011) dir. Richard Ayoade

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Sadly I haven’t been able to create anything new due to a creative block / identity crisis so I thought it would be a good idea to explore my current mental state through audio and this is what I came up with

Makes me feel like I’m standing on some hills by the ocean and it’s really windy. The wind is making that rushing ‘woo’ in your ears and it’s cold, a bit salty. When you leave you feel like you’ve been knocked around a bit and your skin is all crusted with the sea air. Mm, makes me think of home in the winter. Homesickness levelled up.

This is really really nice Isabella x


Greece is just a whole other level. Can’t believe it’s been a month since I’ve been there already I need this back.

Yesterday my little brother got in my room to tell me my music’s too loud and that it doesn’t allow him to sleep. He just woke up at 11am got in my room and tell me I’m the one to blame. He’s 7 and if I’d ever want kids I want them to be like him.