Albert Camus (via p-ostmortem)

Albert, get yourself a coffee. Or two. In a nice Parisian Cafe´. On a beautiful day in spring. The first really warm day after the grey winter. Lean back on that chair. Watch the girls walk by. Look at the first green leaves unfolding, on that Trees, watch the perfect blue sky. Have a fresh warm croissant. 

Suicide is just the acute lack of positive Imagination.

(and yes, i know, who albert camus was, and that the “problem of suicide” is a whole “philosophical theory”. )