That there are such devices as firearms, as easy to operate as cigarette lighters and as cheap as toasters, capable at anybody’s whim of killing Father or Fats or Abraham Lincoln or John Lennon or Martin Luther King, Jr., or a woman pushing a baby carriage, should be proof enough for anybody that being alive is a crock of shit.

Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake

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[tw: manic depression & mention of self injury]

Without wanting to sound like a cliche, here’s a little background to my ink: I got it when I was 18 in order to celebrate the positive choices I was making in my life. I have Manic Depression (Bipolar) and the onset of it began when I was around 14/15. With it came the crippling bouts of suicide ideation, mixed episodes, self harm, substance abuse, and of course, low self worth. I’m finally in a place where I can say I’m on the road to recovery, making positive decisions and attempting to stay healthy in both body and mind. I’m medicated, able to allow myself the happiness I find in some days and work through the bad days. It’s an ongoing struggle not many can relate to and this quote is from a poem I love that helped me through the dark phases.

'A Lighthouse of Words', by Charles Bukowski.

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.