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mmolio:

I am a cuddler.
I am a morning person.
I am an only child.
I am currently in my pajamas.
I am currently pregnant.
I am left handed.
I am a little shy around the opposite gender at first.
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times.
I enjoy country music.
I enjoy smoothies.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have/had a hard time paying attention at school.
I have a hidden talent.
I have a pet
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl.
I have all my grandparents. 
I have been to another country. 
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.
I have or had broken a bone.
I have caller I.D. on my phone.
I have bathed someone.
I have changed a diaper.
I have changed a lot over the past year.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have had major/minor surgery.
I have killed another person. 
I have had my hair cut within the last week.
I have mood swings.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I have rejected someone before.
I like the taste of blood.
I love Michael Jackson.
I love sleeping.
I love to shop. 
I own 100 CDs or more.
I own and use a library card. 
I read books for pleasure in my spare time. 
I sleep a lot during the day.
I strongly dislike math.
I was born in a country other than the UK. 
I watch soap operas on a regular basis.
I work at a job that I enjoy.
I would classify myself as ghetto.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I am currently wearing socks.
I am tired.
I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt.
I consume at least one alchoholic drink every month.

I have/had:

Graduated high school. 
Smoked cigarettes.
Rode every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a concert. 
Helped someone.
Spun turn tables.
Watched four movies in one night. 
Been dumped.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over £200 in one day.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Skipped school.
Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library. 
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Fired a gun.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Gone to Sea World.
Attempted suicide.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone you couldn’t have.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Had more than 5 online conversations going at once.
Had a hamster.
Dyed your hair.
Had something pierced. 
Got straight A’s.
Your parents sent you to a shrink.
Been handcuffed.

My hair is naturally the color:

Light brown
Medium brown
Dark brown
Blonde
Black
Dirty blonde
Strawberry blonde/Ginger

My eyes are:

Brown
Blue
Green
Grey
Hazel
Light brown
A combination of things (They change colour)

I am a:

Male
Female


My longest relationship was ___. (including on and off relationships)

1 month or less 
2 months
3 months
4 months
5 months
6 months
7 months 
8 months
9 months
10 months
11 months
A year+
Two years or more
I’ve never been in a real relationship.

Some of my biggest fears are ___.

Spiders/other insects
Dying
Doctor/dentist appointments
Hospitals
Needles
Disease
Being alone in the dark
Heights
Small spaces
Oceans/large bodies of water
Holes
Large animals
Small animals
Dying young
Open spaces

→ Adulting: Adulting classic: Accept that you are not that special

adulting:

(Note: this is one of the first Adulting entries; reprinted because I still think it’s useful even if you don’t feel like scrolling through 30 pages of archive)

This is the most difficult and important thing to accept if you wish to be a grownup: You are not a special snowflake.

Well,…

Somebody posted this on my wall today.

Best birthday post ever.

I thought I might be able to sleep tonight. I can’t stop thinking, crying, regretting, remembering, wishing.

Wishing, wishing, wishing that this wasn’t true. Wishing I could just go to her house and she’d be sitting on the couch like she always was. Wishing that she was still here. I wish I knew what happens after we die, if anything. I wish I knew if she was okay where ever she is, if anywhere. I know it sounds ridiculous.

I weep for every single thing that is given away, not because I don’t get them, but because of the fact that they have to be given away. I wish we could keep renting out her apartment and leave all of her belongings, everything she treasured, where it belongs. I keep hoping that maybe she’ll come back. 

Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.

It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.

EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS.

Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.

It’s not a PHASE. It’s not a CHOICE. It’s not LAZINESS.

spread the word guys.

(via bookmarrow)




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