



I feel like we need to talk more about how fucking boring depression can be. I pick up a book and can’t read more than a few sentences, a chapter if I’m lucky, before I can’t focus. I knit two rows of something and then can’t continue. I scroll through all the different options of shows I haven’t watched without clicking on any of them. I hop from app to app looking for content that will spark literally any single emotion. It’s not even 10am and I already feel like I’m just waiting until it’s time to go back to bed.
I hate it I hate it I hate it
I need you guys to understand that I took this picture, looked at the picture viewer and whispered ''holy shit'' to myself. It was perfect on the first try. do you know how incredibly rare that is? Even with something that stays perfectly still like a plant. I wouldn't even say it's the best photograph I've ever taken, but I only took this one, and then I went home, opened it on my much bigger computer screen (since sometimes something that looks perfect on the tiny camera screen is fucked up once you look closer) and it was still perfect.

cats can open their mouth and deliver a 'fish blast.' this supremely lowers the morale of everyone in the radius