At the beginning of this past school year, I was having a really hard time. I was spending most of my time alone because my two best friends from freshman year just decided to not be my friend anymore and I wasn’t close to anyone in the theatre department. This was when I told my best friend from back home that I was depressed, that I was cutting myself, and that I was afraid that I was going to do something worse.
I’ve been honest with people since then, but that was the last time I didn’t leave any details out.
Robert Mickelsen: Heart And Soul (2012)
Lampworked borosilicate glass, sculpted, blown, sandblasted
(via showtunesongstress)
woo deep questions.
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.












