One of the best days of my life. New York, April 12th 2019 - After 18 years of wanting to visit New York, being 100% obsessed with that city, to just be in a local bar, enjoying music and great food, with resident New Yorkers (albeit transplanted)...

One of the best days of my life. New York, April 12th 2019 - After 18 years of wanting to visit New York, being 100% obsessed with that city, to just be in a local bar, enjoying music and great food, with resident New Yorkers (albeit transplanted) was one of the most special things I’ll ever, ever experience. Words can’t express the feelings I had the entire time I was there; but to just be part of the scenery, in East Harlem means more to me than any 5* holiday. Just to be in Manhattan, was 20 years of dreams come true. Side note – take pictures of everything and everyone. Now more than ever.
https://www.instagram.com/p/CIJ_VLWF5Q_/?igshid=5389430a3db0

and with that all too real post. I’m going to leave for a while. Not that anyone is overly bothered by that.

(genuinely don’t really think people follow me for my life story, this is not a pity post)

See y’all later :)

I need to punch this depressed malaise in the fucking face cause it’s honestly starting to piss me off. I hate it. I am not this person.

I, very naively, thought that depression was just that overwhelming sense of sadness or tiredness. I know first hand what it looks like on the outside, but its more than that. Sometimes you’re just sitting there and everything is fine and then all of a sudden it feels like the world is ending.

Sometimes it’s less, sometimes its just tiredness, or brain fog or apathy. Sometimes you can just pretend its not there and honestly, it isn’t so bad. Like, its actually really easy to just ‘feel happy’ and genuinely, eventually, actually feel happy. Sometimes I just do a little cry and feel great. Sometimes it seems to manifest as anger or short temperedness.

I’ve heard people say, and I know that it does help to talk. But I don’t want to talk to anyone about it. Like, I don’t know what I would talk about. I don’t even know why I feel sad. I’ve really not got anything to be sad about (yes I know that anyone can get this no matter how ‘happy’ they are). I can’t really nail down whats actually wrong with me.

But it keeps getting worse for me and I don’t know why. I don’t know what I’m doing that makes it encroach more on my life. I don’t feel suicidal or like lying in the foetal position, but its just a full body sensation and its happening more and more. It’s weird. It’s not scary to me. I can tell what it is, I even think I know what I could be doing to alleviate it but I’m not. I don’t really know why. It’s holding me back and its lying to me, it’s making me not want to change it. Is it depression? Is it just a phase? Is it something different? Either way, it needs to fuck off.

Ah well. I’ve gone through worse.

rowantheexplorer:

onlyblackgirl:

marvelsmostwanted:

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I’m dead serious when I say that this is how all major news networks should treat Trump and his bullshit announcements. If he refuses to act like a serious president, then don’t treat him like one. There is no national emergency. It sets a dangerous precedent to declare one just because he can. Report that he did it, explain why, and move on. Stop dedicating hours of airtime to his racism and lies.

Mood

“Don’t forget to spay and neuter your dogs and cats” is a way more relevant message than anything that has ever left Donald Trump’s mouth.

sydneybriarisalive:

deery:

weirddyke:

i don’t wanna reblog that gifset of kate winslet freezing her ass off in titanic but she actually got double pneumonia from filming those scenes without a wetsuit. and all bc james cameron wanted the fabric to be see through when wet. when’s the final straw when do we snap and kill every man

Didn’t they film this ish on a set though..? Couldn’t they have just… heated the water?

But then her nipples wouldn’t have been hard. Please be considerate of male heterosexuality and entitlement whenever you’re trying to rationally prevent a woman from getting an avoidable illness in her workplace. Thanks.