sleepontheflooor

The way that depression slowly makes everything you love feel like stale bread until you forget what it was like to live any other way. Any other way feels like a vague dream you had a decade ago and the aftertaste is barely lingering now. The person I was is a distant friend I lost contact with but I can't even remember when we stopped talking. My body is here in the now but I think I'm somewhere else and I'm forgetting who I am at all.

I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

If Jacob elordi doesn't win an Oscar for this movie I will riot. Fuck it, everyone. Oscar Issac, Jacob elordi, the WHOLE make-up department. EVERYONE

one of the biggest cultural gaslights happened when people started to treat dracula by bram stoker as a dark romance story instead of the victorian og scooby doo shenanigans

Walk of shame: closing all of the ao3 tabs you didn't get around to reading before the hyperfixation ran out 😔