Don’t Ask Me How I Know This But Back In Like 2017 When You Used To Search “depression” On Tumblr

u know. funeral phoebe bridgers made me insane for extremely obvious reasons but specifically “last night i passed out in my car and woke up in my childhood bed. wishing i was someone else feeling sorry for myself then i remember someones kid is dead.” bc its just. the terrible self-loathing of being affected by crises when those crises are happening to other people. im not dead. i feel terrible because someone is dead, but it isn’t me. how to epitomize the horrible in betweenness of young adulthood. stifled by the constructs of childhood but wishing desperately for the security of it. the concentricity of personal crises and coming of age. and at the end of the of it all, someone’s kid is dead. and someone’s kid will always be dead. 

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okay so i finished checking if we were friends in every universe and, uh, it turns out we're only friends in 6 of them. but look, i need you to understand these universes vary like crazy, okay? like 6 is actually insanely high, like way higher than most. and one of those is the universe where i accidentally killed the actor who played Dipsy from Teletubbies when i was 7 and my life went completely differently as a result. and we still ended up friends! also you were a girl in that universe for some reason. what? oh, uh, yeah, you were cute as hell. like really cute. did you just fucking giggle

Interviewer to Remus: So what it's like to marry someone way, way, WAY out of your league?

Sirius, grabbing the mic: Amazing. I never thought I would ever be this happy.

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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak

i want to personally thank etc for being there for me when i don't feel like listing more things