The best veggie burger ever. EVER. I found the recipe on Oh She Glows, “Our perfect veggie burger”, and it is life changing.
And the freshly mashed avocado on top made my awful day so much better.
i hate when applications are like “why do you want to work here”
because i need money
what do you want me to say omfg
I HAVE A PASSION FOR FROZEN YOGURT
“I want this job marginally more than I want to be homeless.”
“You don’t have to let go of anything. You have to realize that everything has let go of you. You are not attached to anything in reality. Everything will die and change regardless of your love and attachment.”
– Lazy Yogi (via goodniteowl)
If you can’t concentrate in school because the mere sight of a girl’s bare leg is too much of a distraction, you are probably a danger to society tbh
IT.
IS NOT.
ALWAYS.
ABOUT.
YOU.
Yup, yup, yup, yup
Try Harder
The ‘if you’re not getting better, you aren’t trying hard enough’ belief about mental illness is more damaging than people think. Recovery from mental illness, in my (not limited) experience, is down to a variety of different factors. Determination is only one of them. Yes, it’s a lot easier to recover if you’re determined to do so and have a positive mindset, but it’s hard to even get into that mindset if your serotonin levels are low. It’s hard to motivate yourself when all you feel like you can do that day is stare at a wall. It comes with time.
Telling someone with depression that they’re too busy wallowing in sadness to recover - which I’ve heard several times - is exactly the same as telling someone with cancer that they’re too busy producing abnormal cells to get better, and guess what, telling someone with a mental illness to ‘try harder’ is like telling someone to ‘try harder’ to beat heart disease. Last time I talked about this, I ended up writing an essay and becoming an award-winning journalist, so I’ll leave it at that for my own sanity, but if people don’t start accepting that mental illness is just as real as physical illness, the issue isn’t going to go away.
The first time I connected to music again in months, I cried.
Kinda still crying about it.
Waking up from an exceptionally odd SSRI-induced dream
“Melancholy suicide. —This is connected with a general state of extreme depression and exaggerated sadness, causing the patient no longer to realize sanely the bonds which connect him with people and things about him. Pleasures no longer attract”
– Émile Durkheim, On Suicide: A Study in Sociology (via quotes-shape-us)
I feel like a five year old that only eats cheese sandwiches with mustard.
Except all I eat is spaghetti with too much sauce.
Has anyone else on prozac (or who has been) gone through this phase where they’re disgusted by food?
