Emily. 23. Tennessee native. Catholic. Writer. Fangirl. Bookworm. Hufflepuff. Aquarius. INFP. Fiction addict. Body positive. Music fiend. A work in progress. I like things to be all whimsical and shit. I want to bake a cake full of rainbows and smiles and everyone could eat and be happy.
My Vampire Diaries blog:
Clementine von Radics (via dontgetattached)
They Asked: What do you do when you’re sad (but not depressed)? I’m in a funk.
I answer: You let yourself be sad for a minute, and then you catapult your way out of it, whether you want to or not. When I was (yo, pretty recently) in a funk, not knowing what the fuck I was doing or why I allowed my room to get so messy, I laid around for a couple of days and warmed myself in the stew of alone and sad. Didn’t speak a lot. Watched Mob Wives, ate takeout, read books that I couldn’t finish, drank wine I couldn’t finish, and quietly thought. I thought about what I wanted. I thought about why I was unhappy. I thought about where Jonathan Taylor Thomas was. I thought about myself, about being selfish, and all the things I wanted out of life. And when I was a couple of days shower-free and melancholy, I brushed my hands off and jumped back into life.
I said yes to parties, I went out for a run, I saw the sun, I called people, I began to make some changes in the absolute smallest ways possible (I took out the garbage in my room, for example). I did STUFF. It didn’t work right away, but you can only take a vacation from life for so long before you lose the things you didn’t know you’d miss. And I also began to realize some things that I didn’t miss at fucking ALL. And when you’re back to life, you make little plans to start to change these, too.
So, in the middle of your funk, immerse yourself in things and prioritize. But hell, take a little time to yourself, first. You’re allowed to wallow in moderation.
Ben Howard - Soldiers
oh you watch me steady, you
watch me with such a quiet sincerity
and you hold me heavy, you
hold me like I was born to be held
and the light comes in here, yeah
morning my dear, and the restlessness of arms
and we lie here longing now
words were ours that we’ll never be harmed
‘cause you are dear to me.
when you start to think you are
that you are
fragile pottery knocked over
but then repaired
with careful hands
and liquid gold
to fill up all the cracks;
think that you are not damaged
but filled with gold,
because something that has
is all the more beautiful
i joyfully experienced an extraordinarily beautiful green frog with glorious markings, who hides in my raised garden bed. As i watered the veggies in the area yesterday, it startled at the forceful “rain” from the hose, jumping from its hiding place to reveal itself. It is soooooo lovely, and i am honored to have such a one bring its beautiful energy to my space.