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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

tulipnight

Faroes by Johannes Hoehn

lucette

December Vogue 1950 (by dovima_is_devine_II)

Miss Mary Drage is 19 years old and is dancing with the Sadler’s Wells Ballet company. She wears a full-length ball dress with grey clouds of rayon net and swooped about with grey rayon taffeta, by Rappi.

cvioletdreamer

Words cannot describe what I feel. My heart goes out to all of the families who have lost someone dear to them.

This is an awful and tragic attrocity which I didn’t think I would ever experience in my lifetime in New Zealand, especially in my own city. My heart breaks for everyone effected.

I’m so sorry this has happened. Kia Kaha Christchurch. I send my love to the Muslim community in New Zealand and all over the world.

heartial

moon·struck

/ˈmo͞onˌstrək/

adjective unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.

rubyetc

cyndi, bb, we love you but it’s twenty nineteen and we need to rest

chacoco

mothcub

turtlepated

This morning I had the totally random and completely unsolicited realization that “Ghengis Khan” has the same number of syllables as “Stacey’s Mom”, and if I have to be cursed with this knowledge then so do you.