#fighting sadness

[bluemonkwrites]

ambient pastel 10

[sillysocks19]

Meh hair is now turquoise!!! Surprise!!!

[sereinekistics]

unraveling that fuck

there is a thesis I developed depression is a child on a swing testing the threshold of ropes the audacity and adequacy of its tightening a daemon appears with some perverse thrill tightens the ropes as though it is a game, a play, an act where you had no consent — you are forced to play your chess pieces are drowned by the sandbox of rotted time capsules nostalgic has melted as bars of candy in the sun or the sun was the lollipop drained as a furnace to make you bleed under the silver rods of the moon an eclipse becomes a blessing, as an idyll becomes evil; warped and uncouth

you are made a sadomasochistic puppet; learning, or being shocked to perversely pursue what you hate, or love what you hate, hoping when 2+2=4 it equals but looks different in a different coloured pen — enough pressure to withhold but forget that the 4 was still 4 and not a 8 that could eat 7 — a triad of deadly sins that wore you in a crown of thorns: making you your own Judas

damocles was waiting with the banquet ready, you were mapped out with an apple in mouth, with the corn near you; oscillating between meat of consciousness to the herb of your flesh. Just pendulous rage and confusion. serein powders some love; a crescent grin of a moon imbues also a full cycle your heart thunders. Your core is as radiant of the Sol of old.  pangeatic shifts of body and soul, you feel you can move on. Judas wears the crowns and you crucify him with your gaze, suffering nothing. You flay melancholia and see it turn to nothing but an imprint of scorched wax — it burned both its ends. It exhausted itself. 

for you live, with your lungs, your heart, liver and brain, intestinal chambers, laws of red and white cells, the skipping of platelets and the chorus of hormones — the dancing predatorial preservation of muscles and the  titan of fat cushioning with bubblegum elasticity all over. You, with a body deigned to work even when bruised and the vitality of electricity charging about. depression has no body so it is daemonic as it wants yours — you fight, you fight, you rest, you fight, you rest, your cry out and tears become translucent lava — all this is evidence of your life — melancholia has no life, no evidence without us. Use every resource, other lives, each dawn happens when you breathe in and out and each dusk happens when you know you will be radiant as the light that will soon dress with the polka-dotted stars and moon.— 

[retrotuber]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giQ7UtpmbW0)

[lavendaarbunny-blog]

Happiness

Some days you just have to take your happiness where you can find it. Today its coffee, alone time, and shopping for this I love. Something to make them smile and know I love them and they mean the world to me.

[ursulaismymiddlename]

Do you do the how Andy/Peter/Owen would respond to things asks too? Can you do how each of them would cheer up someone who was sad?

You are only the second person to ask, but YES I LOVE THE IDEA OF DOING THESE!  Also, I like to call them the PrattPack and I kinda would like that to catch on haha

Andy:  It’s awfully hard for people to stay sad in the presence of Andy, but on the off chance it happens, his first go to is a big ole bear hug.  If that doesn’t work, then it’s time to bust out the musical chops, making songs about random things and people that happen to be around.  A lot of people think maybe Andy isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knows people and he cares and sometimes people need a little nonsense to make them happy.

Peter: Ignoring pain and sadness is sort of Peter’s thing for himself, but when someone he cares about is feeling down he will fly the Milano out to their favorite place in the galaxy and the whole gang goes out to party down!  Watch out for a dance off!

Owen:  Owen is a simple man, and he takes simple steps to make things better.  Movie night on the couch, pizza, and a bottle of tequila (or margaritas if the sad person isn’t too much into shots.)

I LOVE doing these! Please send more!

[themadnatxd]

Music is sometimes the only therapy I need.