in a wonderland they lie

ever drifting down the stream

I’m “working” right now. #consulting View high resolution

I’m “working” right now. #consulting

btw-im-really-a-robot:

acataleptic-apodyopsist:

hopesbluelight:

Oh…my…god

omfg, I thought this was a cute comic about a charmander traveling around hanging out with other pokemon and then you did that

UGLY, GROSS SOBBING

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alittlebitgayandmore:

Shang’s journey to self discovery as told by me

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So excited to read this. Already powered through the manga adaptation and will watch the movie when it comes out! View high resolution

So excited to read this. Already powered through the manga adaptation and will watch the movie when it comes out!

Pork loin with pickled chilies and garlic in a kung-pao and ssamjang sauce on a bed of sticky rice View high resolution

Pork loin with pickled chilies and garlic in a kung-pao and ssamjang sauce on a bed of sticky rice

Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.

But other times…

Other times, it’s as if a hole is opening inside you, wider and wider, pressing against your lungs, pushing your internal organs into unnatural places, and you cannot draw a true breath. You are breaking inside, slowly, and everything that keeps you tethered to your life, all of your normal responses, is being sucked through the hole like an airlock emptying into space. These are the times Holly Golightly called the Mean Reds.

I call it White Knuckling it.

Miles and Miles of No Man’s Land, Libba Bray (via babybirched)

"But the stigma of depression is that it comes with the sense that you shouldn’t have it to begin with. That it is self-indulgence or emotional incompetence rather than actual illness."

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whoa.

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When it’s White Knuckle Time, you will have to remind yourself to stand in the middle of the subway platform, well away from the edge.”

There is an undertow to depression. It doesn’t take you all at once. It leaves you with some false sense that you are coping. That you are in control. That you have the shore still well in sight, until, at some point, you raise your head to find yourself all alone, battered by rough seas with absolutely no idea which way you should swim.”

 

Jesus, every damn word of this post. It’s remarkable.

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Some hearts understand each other, even in silence.
— Yasmin Mogahed  (via taintedsenses)

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ejlandsman:

I compiled some personal tactics and crowd sourced DIY remedies for the sads (clinical term) into a mini comic! Enjoy xoxo

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Best chicken fingers hands down! (at Sticky’s Finger Joint) View high resolution

Best chicken fingers hands down! (at Sticky’s Finger Joint)

Easy Sunday afternoons… (at Irving Farm Coffee Company) View high resolution

Easy Sunday afternoons… (at Irving Farm Coffee Company)

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