You can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up. Then tag 10 people (or however many you’d prefer)! Don’t skip any songs!
tagged: eh whoever wants to do it~
Ok! Here goes!
I think my machine would explode if I put all my music on shuffle. Plus, I have stuff I never listen to anymore that I don’t delete because I’m some kind of musical hoarder. Literally, if I get hold of an MP3 I keep it, even if I don’t like it. So, long story short, I’m just going to shuffle my current playlist, which is pretty huge. Not sure what it says about me but here goes:
1. Ultraista - Gold Dayzz (Maribou State remix)
2. crashfaster - Never Let Me Down Again
3. The Cars - You’re All I’ve Got Tonight
4. Ed Skudder - Dogsnack Dancesnack (Seriously, VLC? Of all my songs you pick this one?)
5. Helado Negro - Dance Ghost
6. Experimental Aircraft - Symphony
7. Happy Fangs - Hiya Kaw Kaw
8. ELO - Ticket To The Moon
9. La Roux - Tigerlily
10. Florence + The Machine - Cosmic Love
Not tagging anyone, but if anyone wants to do this, go for it.
Night on Bald Mountain sequence in Disney’s Fantasia (1940)
I remember being mesmerized by this as a kid.
I remember being mesmerized by this right now.
Hello. I was reading Coraline again and something hit me: are Miss Spink and Miss Forcible a couple? Thanks, have a nice week :)
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.
Depression is humiliating.
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.
Depression is humiliating.
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.
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.