Smile! Life is good! @shoutitouttotheworld - Tumblr Blog

idk who needs to hear this, but your wants are not outrageous. you want love? you want attention? you want peace? you want comfort? you deserve it. you're not asking for too much.

art--felt

I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed

wishyroses

SHIT WHAT

teal-deer

Also let yourself cry. It really is a biochemical release valve to dump out all the chemicals that make you feel stuff.

I honestly think one reason men in western culture have so many problems is that we don’t let them cry, and literally their brains get stuffed with all this crap that doesn’t have a release valve. Men, please cry. You’ll feel better. It’s ok. You are not lesser for taking care of your health.

freewillandphysics

This is why tears from different emotions look different under an electron microscope. They’re literally made up of different things.

Happy tears are structurally different than sad tears than angry tears than overwhelmed tears etc.

samthe-onion-nigga

I looked it up, cuz that tidbit was dope to me and..

skyakafreckles

Never would have known

lemonlyman-dot-com

Ah yes, the emotions: grief, change, onion, humor

bigmammallama5

Those images come from an interesting article through Smithsonian! They were taken by photographer Rose-Lynn Fisher around 2013.

The article does touch on the three different types of scientifically recognized tears as well! Psychic tears triggered by extreme emotions, basal tears to keep your cornea lubricated, and reflex tears due to irritation (like onion vapors). That being said, I need to cry more.

earthstory

inifinitelyours

Thank you...

Thank you for falling in love with 2 a.m. me. Thank you for falling in love with me, even what I had mascara smeared under my eyes. Thank you for falling in love with all my curves, even the ones I hated, which was all of them. Thank you for falling in love with my small hands and big feet. Thank for falling in love with me even when I was wasn’t always in the best mood. Thank for falling in love with the awkwardness and the clumsiness. Thank you for falling in love with my freckles and my scars. Thank you for falling in love with my embarassing laugh.Thank you for falling in love with my accent and words. Thank you for falling in love with all my insecurities and calling them your favorite.

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Chief Seattles [Sealth] oldest daughter, Princess Angeline is said to haunt the Pike Place Market (her original home). Some mornings I wonder if I’ll run into her.

natureandbeauty

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future me is wearing vintage dior to ballets & operas, ordering thousands of dollars worth of la perla, and slathering herself in crème de la mer. she’s living her best life. she finds any excuse to celebrate life by drinking glasses of chilled moët & chandon rose imperial champagne while binge watching grace kelly movies. every night she drowns herself in silk bedsheets while wearing baby pink olivia von halle ‘coco’ pyjamas. there are fresh arrangements of roses (from all her admirers) & peonies (which she picked up from the farmers market) in every room. she is utterly and completely happy. i can’t wait to be her.

abdulraveman

yassmines

im losing my mind….shes jus a lil baby…

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goodreadss

Vincent Van Gogh - Blossoming Almond Tree

bob-belcher

SO PURE!

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a 90’s kid? don’t you mean sad adult?

eyebrowgod-deactivated20181204

70,000 people have reblogged this but no one is trying to defend themselves

vanilita

There is nothing to defend

lookingforshadows

#i read a post once that described 90s kids as the generation of nostalgia #because so much technological advancement happened in such a rapid timeframe when we were growing up #that we can clearly remember having technologies that are now obsolete #like going from a corded hugeass phone to a small computer in your pocket just within our formative years is a major thing #and it sparks a nostalgia for our seemly ‘simpler’ childhoods #because so much rapid development makes it seem like it was a lot longer ago than it actually was (x)

instead-of-sighs

This is the most solid explanation of our decade I have ever heard.

fakenasty

Oh my god

retr0philia

Just to add onto that, our childhood wasn’t even technology based. We grew up knowing of chalk, skateboards, jump rope, street hockey, playgrounds, butterfly collecting, etc. Slowly technology took over our lives and now there are hardly kids playing outside in the summer. We can clearly remember our childhood as it was and now we can see the clear line between it. We were the generation right smack in the middle of it all. Our parents were of non-tech and our children/young siblings will be all tech.

breelandwalker

Not to mention, ours was the last generation that grew up with all those bright promises of “work hard, go to college, and you’ll have a successful life,” only to find those hopes abruptly dashed when the housing bubble burst. Milliennials have grown up expecting that disappointment, because for them, the problem has been there since Day One.

So 90s kids aren’t just nostalgic…we’re BITTER. And we ache for those days when we could still think that the world was boundless and full of the opportunities we were promised since the first day of kindergarten.