Who’s sick idea was it to put ‘s’ in the word lisp ?
What makes depressed people jump ? Bridges!

Sometimes the things, that black humor orbits and makes fun of, seem pretty attractive.

Because life has Mondays. Loss. Grief. Worries, **** worries.
You try to navigate it, but it seems like, that behind the current problem, lies just another one.
Life is apparently a (never)ending string of challenges, and not the good and exciting ones.
Why can’t life have more warm and bright summer nights in august, in good company with cold beers and chilled wine ? That *is* what you love. The intimacy. Without the seriousness, and the pain. Laughter, love and mental wellbeing. Where the cosyness really intrudes.

I don’t believe. I hope.


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