Scultped model of the Spirited Away Bathhouse.
This is an automatic reblog.
Is that the terrifying staircase to the boiler room I see?
This is the most beautiful thing i’ve seen.
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
— e.e. cummings (via psych-facts)
I don’t think people realise how hard it is to re-discover the person you were before depression or even try to remember your own personality
and if you’ve had depression since early childhood you don’t even know if you have your own personality
you didn’t have time to be a person before depression
and it’s scary having no idea who you are
And all you know is depression and you think that is who you are.