Asgard, finally settling in Norway to repopulate: So, what are the Nordic lands famous for since we were last here? Swordsmanship? Hunting parties? Bloodbaths?!?!
Millenial sipping iced coffee: Abba
Asgard: ???
Asgard, twenty minutes later bopping to Dancing Queen:
Lately I’ve been getting most of my pep talks from Mister Rogers.
Great. Now I’m disappointing Mr. Rogers.
Mr. Rogers is not disappointed in you. He’s proud of you for listening and thinking about what he said, and he hopes it plants a seed where sometimes maybe you notice yourself making an unhealthy choice and recognize it, because that’s the first step towards growth towards your best and healthiest self, which is a journey and a process, not an ideal state of which you are falling short.
Those fake IG accounts that people make for their favorite characters are always SO FUNNY because you know that there’s no actual way that any of those characters would have the aesthetic ass layouts that tumblr white girls think they would. Steve Rogers wouldn’t have a pastel word pic that says “Miss You Even Though You’re Right Next to Me” he would have like 2 and a half blurry selfies and a pic of a cool bird that he saw that reminded him of Sam. That’s it.
in case you haven’t heard it today, or don’t fully realise it yet: i promise you that most people in this world are kind, loving and understanding. the people around you want you to succeed, they do not want you to fail. your friends don’t hate you, they love you, and they want to see you grow and prosper.
the world is not as bad as it seems. don’t forget that.
Sounds fake but ok
good news: it’s not fake. everything i said is true. being dismissive towards good things is a damaging mindset to have. you’ll feel a lot better if you have some trust and if you’re willing to consider optimistic viewpoints.
Is this what non depressed people feel like ? Damn. You’re so lucky
i’m extremely mentally ill and extremely depressed at that. deflecting good advice that encourages you to think positively about life by claiming that the person who said it is not depressed (when i very much am) is also a very damaging mindset to have.
OP pretty much said it all, but I feel so strongly about this that i just want to point at it and underline it. It takes two hands to count out all of the serious, debilitating issues I struggle with. I was diagnosed with the first one twenty years ago, and clearly those two decades involved some low fucking lows.. So I know better than anyone how bad it gets, and how bleak it feels.
But y’all worry me sometimes with this race-to-the-bottom shit, where you’re basically outdoing strangers in your vehement insistence that life is garbage. It doesn’t matter that it manifests via memes or has “jeez, lighten up, it’s just a joke about life being garbage!” subtext. Any therapist would tell you that’s still a bad habit, because it reinforces all the negative, inaccurate stuff your brain is LYING TO YOU about. The more depressed you are, the more anxiety is gnawing at you, the more important it is to remind yourself of the exactly what OP said here.
Like, at some point it stops being cute and funny, and you just become the mental health version of that “rabies is beautiful, and it’s part of who I am spiritually” guy. Don’t build an altar to a disease. Don’t set a place for it at your table when it’s not even around. Yes, it’s part of your life. But it’s the worst part, and definitely not the biggest or most important.
my solution to a terrible party is making grilled cheese. i was at this awful party one time so i went to the kitchen and just started grilling cheeses and everybody at the party was like “check it out this guy is grilling cheese” and i made everybody a grilled cheese. the party was good after that
this is the most casual post i’ve made ever so why is it being treated like a scorching hot take and also why am i seeing this on my dash
California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas except it’s playing from a box radio while you sit on the porch of a Yosemite Ranger Station in the very early morning. It’s summer. It’s 1979. And you love your job.
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