25. INFP. ♎

Last update
2022-11-29 16:00:51

    me in the morning: life is fucked up, i have anxiety, nothing is working out well, *questions self*

    me in the afternoon: afternoon naps hurt no one 🥱. it's called self care babie

    me in the evening: life is actually going okay, there's no need to stress, everything will work out.

    me in the night: evil evil evil, i did nothing today, it's not gonna be okay-, I'll do it tomorrow.

    anddd the cycle goes on


    depression tips™

  • shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.
  • moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 
  • put on clean, comfortable clothes. 
  • put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.
  • drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.
  • clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 
  • blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.
  • make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 
  • make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.
  • go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.
  • call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.
  • cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.
  • yournudemom

    Circulating. Seasonal depression is creeping around now.


    Lets keep this moving

    my mom didn't believe in lying to children so when I first asked about santa claus as a small child she was like "oh santa claus is another name for a man named saint nicholas who lived a long time ago. he was a very kind and generous man and he loved giving people presents and he would do things like put presents in people's stockings when they were hung up to dry by the fire, so they would find them and be surprised. so now when we give presents at christmas it's fun to pretend saint nicholas or 'santa claus' brings them. and we hang up stockings by the fire and when we get up in the morning there are presents in them, just like if saint nicholas was still alive to bring them!"

    so that thanksgiving one of my uncles said jovially "so mac, are you being good for santa claus?" and little (not quite three year old) mac looked up and raised an eyebrow and said witheringly "he's dead."


    incredible how still the only honest and non-defensive nepotism baby is jamie lee curtis


    it’s so funny to hear people with impossibly famous and connected parents say shit like “my connections got my foot in the door but i had to work to stay in the room :)” getting your foot in the door IS the whole deal! you don’t get to prove yourself if you don’t first get that foot in the door! can we PLEASE be serious.


    as ms curtis said.


    Is there anything sadder than the little chunk of Kikis Delivery Service when Kiki says "I used to really like flying before it was my job" and then gets so burned out that her magic stops working and she cant talk to Jiji anymore and she tries so hard to FORCE the magic that she breaks her mothers broom and stays up all night, alone, trying to make a new one and crying?

    And I know it is all ok in the end- Kiki has friends who look out for her and she takes care of herself and finds her place.

    But fuck, those 20 minutes just hurt my heart so much.