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:
http://hellijahmikaelson.tumblr.com/

My 8tracks:
http://8tracks.com/mikaelson-stark

 

You’ve survived every single day
for as long as you’ve been alive.
You could spit fire if you wanted.

Clementine von Radics (via dontgetattached)

Question

thefrenemy:

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.

mymyriadmusings:

avolating:

timethekidgotfree:

cuteys:

kayquimi:

ceruleanrabbitking:

doctor-john:

the-cosmic-life:

I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

LUCY I FOUND IT

But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

I’m not crying or anything

I am omg

Oh my god I’m crying

It got better.

mymyriadmusings:

avolating:

timethekidgotfree:

cuteys:

kayquimi:

ceruleanrabbitking:

doctor-john:

the-cosmic-life:

I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

LUCY I FOUND IT

But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

I’m not crying or anything

I am omg

Oh my god I’m crying

It got better.

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dailybenhowardblog:

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.

kintsugi

dreaming-etcetera:

when you start to think you are
broken,

think instead
that you are
fragile pottery knocked over
and shattered

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
suffered
but survived
is all the more beautiful

(Source: forestmeetwildfire.deviantart.com)

2010-04-11

cuteyahooanswers:

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. 

2010-04-11

cuteyahooanswers:

I HAD AGAIN SAW THE BEAUTIFUL ORANGE LIGHT IN THE EAST , GRADALLY EXPANDING AND REFLECTING IN THE WESTERN SKY, AND THE GLITTERING CLOUDS , THEN THE SUN GRADUALLY COMING UP , A BEAUTIFUL RED BALL IN THE SKY …OF WHAT A FANTASTIC AND THRILLING SCENE.

I dream too much, and I don’t write enough, and I’m trying to find God everywhere.

Anis Mojgani (via to-my-king)

(Source: emotional-algebra)