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This cat really doesn't know what's going on.


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Reblogged from psych-facts
Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
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Roommate found something that makes high-pitched noises and maybe shows how to make them, so she spent part of the morning in the front room practicing.  The whole time, I’m going ‘ow,’ but don’t say anything because 1) that never ends well, and 2) it’s in the front room, so it’s not so bad.

Finally, she comes back to show me the noise, and just as I’m going to open my mouth (I thought I was anyway) to ask her not to, she makes the noise, and so I flinched and made what she calls a ‘fuck you’ face.  So she was upset with me, and when I told her I made the face ‘cause it hurt, that made things no better.

I’m glad she found a thing she finds fun, but that pitch, especially today is not a good pitch for me.

And she’s gone to work mad and upset and sniffling ‘cause I hurt her feelings. *face rub*

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kinell:

quintessence-of-happiness:

thisisgabbs:

Something that I and other people deal with. All I can do is ask for forgiveness and try harder to not let my problems make relationships unbearable to be with.

reblogging again because it’s painfully relevant.

I’m sorry

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Reblogged from ba614
toxipop:

oneheartoverthemoon:

ba614:

THIS IS A PICTURE THAT SOMEONE TOOK WHO WORKS ON AN OIL RIG IN TEXAS.HE WANTED TO GET A SHOT OF THE LIGHTNING THAT WAS FLASHING BY. HE WAS UNAWARE OF THE TORNADO UNTIL THE LIGHTNING ILLUMINATED IT.This has been called a one-in-a-million photo; taken south of Ft. Stockton, Texas.

Holy shit.

Bye Texas

toxipop:

oneheartoverthemoon:

ba614:

THIS IS A PICTURE THAT SOMEONE TOOK WHO WORKS ON AN OIL RIG IN TEXAS.

HE WANTED TO GET A SHOT OF THE LIGHTNING THAT WAS FLASHING BY. 
HE WAS UNAWARE OF THE TORNADO UNTIL THE LIGHTNING ILLUMINATED IT.

This has been called a one-in-a-million photo; taken south of Ft. Stockton, Texas.

Holy shit.

Bye Texas

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Reblogged from ask-raven-the-rabbit

REBLOG IF YOU’RE AN ARTIST!!!

askdarklunar:

ask-raven-the-rabbit:

Professional or not, no matter what art style, I wanna see how many artists are out there.

 I am ^^

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wyldaynjel:

Alleri shoes. Oh yes.

wyldaynjel:

Alleri shoes. Oh yes.

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Reblogged from heart-filled-with-hope

heart-filled-with-hope:

If you’re battling a mental illness and didn’t want to wake up this morning but did anyways, you’re a motherfucking badass. Because living with a mental illness is hard and I’m damn proud of you for still being here and fighting. You’re metal as hell and tough as nails. So keep on fighting, you kickass Viking warrior. You can win this.

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Reblogged from ambitiousgurl1

ambitiousgurl1:

College is viewed as a necessity, yet priced as a luxury.

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Reblogged from r-dart

pholotinshep:

mechanicbird:

eroticmirotic:

timemachineyeah:

 

I’ve said this before and I’ll point it out again - 

Menstruation is caused by change in hormonal levels to stop the creation of a uterine lining and encourage the body to flush the lining out. The body does this by lowering estrogen levels and raising testosterone. 

Or, to put it more plainly “That time of the month” is when female hormones most closely resemble male hormones. So if (cis) women aren’t suited to office at “That time of the month” then (cis) men are NEVER suited to office.

If you are a dude and don’t dig the ladies around you at their time of the month, just think! That is you all of the time. 

And, on a final note, post-menopausal (cis) women are the most hormonally stable of all human demographics. They have fewer hormonal fluctuations of anyone, meaning older women like Hilary Clinton and Elizabeth Warren would theoretically be among the least likely candidates to make an irrational decision due to hormonal fluctuations, and if we were basing our leadership decisions on hormone levels, then only women over fifty should ever be allowed to hold office. 

Reblogging hard for that last comment.

I WANTED TO SAY THIS BUT THEN SOMEONE ELSE DID and I’m damn proud.

GLORIOUS

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