there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit
the fact that we need 8 hours of sleep is ridiculous we should only need 4 and the other 4 should be used to be cozy in your bed and rub your legs together like a cricket and listen to music and think about your little scenarios
“She was entirely lost in her own world.”
— D. H. Lawrence, from “The Rainbow,” originally publ. c. 1915
“hot girl era”, I say as I rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as I miss out on core experiences other people my age are having
i’d get so much done if it wasn’t for the overwhelming urge to not do anything
just saw someone advocating for ppl going off their meds so they aren’t reliant on “big pharma” and I’m like. what disease do you have that spontaneously treats itself the moment you feel morally superior to others? I’m dying to know
disabled people relying on a medical system that’s inherently unethical and capitalist and cruel is not an active choice we make by taking each breath
other disabled people deserve to live and they deserve the meds they need to be comfortable and alive, even if those meds patents are currently owned by monstrous billionaires
can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying
reblog to let prev know you’re proud of them
Found this reddit post. This kinda makes me feel better. And it’s something I think about sometimes because I always feel like regardless of how hard I work on something I don’t get anywhere.
Nice summary. If you’re curious, the anon here is referring to studies over the last decade that have pointed to major impacts on pattern separation with depression, and how depression can have major impacts on nonsynaptic plasticity.
Psychology is amazing folks and more of it needs to be common knowledge
Good for my own information…
zolnks
This really explains 1) some of the gaps in my childhood and 2) my steadily worsening ability to remember shit and actually take in new experiences as anything other than an inconvenience keeping me from sitting at home sleeping or staring at the tv for hours not taking anything in
Rebellion isn’t always bold risk and brash actions. Sometimes, it’s a quiet, steady defiance. You don’t have to be made of stone to resist
Anonymous asked:
How do you process grief?
by running from it until it finds me in the middle of a sunny street on a beautiful day
prev had extremely beautiful and profound thoughts i had to share
it's amazing how ordinary objects can become so significant to only the owner
when my aunt's best friend passed away, my younger brother was four years old. at his funeral, my brother went up to her and gave her a nickel. he told her very solemnly that it would make her feel better. she smiled for the first time in days, and tucked it in her wallet.
when my brother was 22, his best friend passed away unexpectedly. my aunt drove three hours to be there for him at the funeral. she went up to my brother, gave him a big hug, and then gave him a nickel. it was the same nickel; she had kept it in her wallet for 18 years, and now it's on a necklace that he never takes off.
what i'm trying to say is that the love you put into the world will always find its way back to you.
Replacing "I dont want to live" with "i dont want to live like this" was v helpful for me because it helped me figure out what parts of my life i was trying to escape and reminded me there are absolutely versions of myself i want to work towards and ways of living i havent experienced yet that i want to see