"When a whale dies, it falls through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. All the other fish see it fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly. I focused my attention on the eye; I tried to reach down inside of it, toward the real whale, the dying whale, and I whispered, It’s not your fault."
— ‘The Shared Patio’ by Miranda July (via meadowfoam)

(Source: serpentskirt)


i have no idea how to kill myself … ;_;