They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.
Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.
go into a starbucks in NYC and say very loudly into your phone “this movie script is stale and trite! we need some new talent, someone with a fresh outlook” and wait
music is such a fuckin… wide, ever expanding thing and if you’re limiting yourself to one genre, especially one represented by old/dead white dudes, then I honestly do feel bad for you
In case anyone needs some cheering up at the moment.his voice is so perfect
IT HIT 100,000
IM SO PROUD MY HEART
*gets dragged nearly to death*
"i think i’m going to take a break from tumblr. this is such a toxic place and im glad i have real life friends so fuck you bitches im out."
*watches a show on netflix for 1 day while still on tumblr without posting/reblogging*
*comes back the next day* “did yall miss me? :D”