Until I started taking my antidepressants, though, I didn’t actually know that I was depressed. I thought the dark staticky corners were part of who I was. It was the same way I felt before I put on my first pair of glasses at age 14 and suddenly realized that trees weren’t green blobs but intricate filigrees of thousands of individual leaves; I hadn’t known, before, that I couldn’t see the leaves, because I didn’t realize that seeing leaves was a possibility at all. And it wasn’t until I started using tools to counterbalance my depression that I even realized there was depression there to need counterbalancing. I had no idea that not everyone felt the gravitational pull of nothingness, the ongoing, slow-as-molasses feeling of melting down into a lump of clay. I had no way of knowing that what I thought were just my ingrained bad habits — not being able to deposit checks on time, not replying to totally pleasant emails for long enough that friendships were ruined, having silent meltdowns over getting dressed in the morning, even not going to the bathroom despite really, really, really having to pee — weren’t actually my habits at all. They were the habits of depression, which whoa, holy shit, it turns out I had a raging case of.
i like it when shawty’s thighs so thick you can’t finger her properly when y’all sittin in the restaurant
I LIKE IT WHEN A WOMAN’S THIGHS ARE SO THICK THEY OBSTRUCT ME FROM FINGERING HER IN A SATISFYING MANNER WHEN WE ARE IN PUBLIC PLACES
It is lonely knowing nobody here
parks and rec + text posts (part 2)
Off to Toledo Pride with my beautiful fiancee! Send me an ask if you’ll be there too and let’s meet up!
New phone eep! LG G3 :-) …photo will not rotate…New phone woes