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In my friend's words: 'there is nothing wrong with you, honey. You are just over emotional depressed sexually and socially deprived teenager ;D'
#melancholy #sad #sadness
But really. At times it’s wonderful to wallow in your melancholy, but there comes a point where you have to stand back from yourself and think — what the good fuck am I doing. So get out of bed. Open a window. Smile at the neighbors getting their mail in their bathrobes. Put on your pretty lips and your favorite dress and go for a walk and pick a flower for yourself on the way home. Go skinny-dipping and love everyone, everyone, whole-heartedly, with every fiber of your being. The most beautiful thing is to realize you can be happy by pouring love out into the world and not asking for any back in return. Open up all your doors and put up no restrictions. Appreciate whatever you let in. Appreciate whoever lets you in. Give your demons a break and let yourself breathe. Everything’s going to be alright.
#lists #sad #sadness
-Write poems in the middle of the night, mixing sadness with that twelve AM quietness into something that feels like midnight blue and stars.
-Drink tea and leave the pot boiling too long. Find that teapot and greet it like an old friend.
-Listen to Bon Iver and Justin Vernon’s voice. Recognize the power of syntax and carefully placed words, far more poetic than anything that could ever leave your lips.
-Read e.e. cummings and find lost moments hidden between parenthesis and period spaces.
-Cry when spring comes (right when you need it) and cry harder when you realize how much can be lost in transitions.
-Visit the mountain and collect leaves with your friends’ voices in the background. Let the sound mingle with birds and the quiet hum of a forgotten creek. Climb a hill and tread through grass two, three feet high and hold onto the sun greeting your eyelids on your way home. Appreciate detours and backroads.
-Kiss the golden hour with your fingers and feel a bit sad when it fades. (Because just like everything else, you’ll have to eventually rely on memory).