Sometimes, I feel really bad for people who have never seen, or heard of, Eurovision.
And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.
It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
The problem might not even have a solution. But you aren’t necessarily looking for solutions. You’re maybe just looking for someone to say “sorry about how dead your fish are” or “wow, those are super dead. I still like you, though.”
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…BLESS YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE <3 SERIOUSLY THANK YOU!
A bunch of dudes are riding bicycles through the airport. Germany is fricking wild
YES. Let’s do this!
set up the board, I’ll be right over. Study up on the rules because I’ll be pretty busy breaking crayons so I’ll have to ask a lot of questions and won’t understand the point of the game until it is over and no need to order me a coffee because they don’t serve my kind there.