It’s 3 30 in the morning
I’m hungry and browsing ed tags
Time to start crying and curling up to sleepy boyfriend
Watching food docos while hungry more like anorexia telling me “see don’t eat you’ll be fat like them”
fuck holidays and their dependence on food
"So I moved on. I focused on helping other people. I was good. Until you dragged me back into to this freak show and put everyone here at risk. You wanna know my secret, Agent Romanoff? You wanna know how I stay calm?"
#THANK YOU FOR FINALLY MAKING THIS ABOUT BRUCE
And in that moment, I swear the Hulk was less of a giant rage monster, and more of a giant green protector keeping Bruce safe.
this scene affected me so much
it was all I thought about the rest of the movie
I’m too lazy to c&p
I get it all. Regular eczema, plus awful evil shit on my fingers (where I get flaking, cracking, and fluid-filled bumps), and just about every shade of dermatitis type condition known to man. Most of my body is regular eczema though, just big red dry itchy patches.
Honestly I haven’t found anything that has consistently worked or helped
Be it medicinal or to do with shower products or moisturizer or what have you. it’s driving me crazy
so sick of tearing at my skin
and doctors that say “this cream will fix it” (yes for a week maybe)
and having adults and children alike point at the flaking, tomato red patches and ask what’s wrong with me
I have eczema on my scalp and forehead, behind my ears, around my arm pits, in the creases of my elbows, in patches on my forearms, on my fingers, and periodically on about 75% of my lower legs. I’m so fucking over it.
to be quite honest
saw Captain America: Winter Soldier last night and I hated it.
I’m not a super huge Marvel fun but I like to see the movies. This one was disappointing. It seemed so much more predictable and cliché than usual to the point where I wished it would end.
also the extra scenes were pretty lame especially the second one with bucky in the museum
and to top it off the cinema was full of fucking 15 year old marvel groupies who went “AHHHHH OMG!!!” and squealed at every reveal in the movie
I mean really? You don’t need to scream like a dipshit. if you didn’t figure out that nick fury was still alive then you probably had your eyes shut and your fingers in your ears.
Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life. It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.