im going to fucking die
I unironically love every second
I don’t know wtf i just watched but i love it with every fiber of my being
This video never gets old
The most beautiful thing I have heard all day and you have the opportunity to hear it too.
One of my faves that was lost to the internet is back
does anyone know the name of this instrument and possibly the source of this video?
it’s a hang drum :)
Everytime I see this I reblog.
Loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself.
Rupi Kaur (via avouer)Depression
Depression was not crying myself to sleep
Depression was desperately wanting to cry but feeling too drained to work up the energy to do so because I lost all my tears and ambition years ago
Depression was not bursting out in tears in the shower
Depression was sitting in the corner of the shower as I lay my head on my knees, letting the hot water consume me
Depression was not writing beautiful, relatable poetry
Depression was forgetting how to craft stanzas because I lost the will to create
Depression was not writing gloomy emotions in a journal
Depression was writing suicide note after suicide note only to throw them out because they were not good enough, just like me
Depression was not leaning on my friends for help
Depression was carrying my friends because, hey, if I couldn’t carry myself why not carry somebody else
Depression was not wearing all black in an attempt to explain my angst
Depression was wearing bright, vibrant colors to try and convince everyone that I was okay-that I was doing just fine
Depression was not a temporary struggle that made me stronger
Depression is my life long battle that improves, but it never goes away
Depression was not a therapy appointment that instantly made me happy
Depression was switching from therapist to therapist because nobody was helping me cope with the emotions I’d been carrying on my shoulders for so long
Depression was not a few happy pills that brought the color back into the world
Depression was a few happy pills that allowed you me to see red-maybe some blue- but nothing in between the two
Depression was not being constantly homesick
Depression was avoiding home because it was home that made me sick
Depression was not asking my parents for help
Depression was desperately hiding from my parents because they would never be proud if they really saw what I’d become
Depression was not constantly struggling to meet expectations
Depression was giving up on my puny little goals because I was a disappointment to everyone-such a fucking disappointment
Depression was not slowly dying inside
Depression was a hellish place in between life and death because I could not die if I was not truly alive
Depression was not easy
Depression was torture
Baby steps are better than no steps at all. Keep going. You’ll get there.
@thepowerwithin (via thepowerwithin)Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.
Jim Butcher, White NightHaving a low opinion of yourself is not modesty. It’s self-destruction.
Bobbe Sommer