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I ordered some socks for my Mardi Gras costume, and I asked the lovely folk at Sock Dreams if they would draw something seasonally appropriate on my order form. They kindly obliged me with this awesome mask drawing *and* a cool sticker! I love Sock Dreams!

Selling Tickets to Houston Night Vale Show

Posting again about the 2 tickets I have to the March 13th Welcome to Night Vale show in Houston. They’re digital tickets, I can email after purchase. They are $34 each (cost of ticket plus the service fee). I can sell separately or together. Would consider coming down on the price a bit & eating some or all of the service fee. I am not trying to make money, just trying to recoup what I paid. I bought the tickets in error! I was trying to buy tickets for the New Orleans show and fell through some kind of wormhole! I know the Houston show isn’t sold out yet, but if some Night Vale-ian(s) could find it in their hearts to buy these from a fellow fan, it would really be NEAT. (Also, you might want to do a little exploratory surgery to see what *else* you might find in your hearts.)







so the oldest manatee in human care is named Snooty and he’s in his mid 60’s and lives in some museum in southern florida but apparently he heaves his head and flippers out of his tank all the time and if you don’t find this cute idk there’s something wrong with you



ahhh hes so goopy!!

new life goal: give a manatee a kiss


Michaela DePrince | Photo by Rachel Neville


There is never enough Golden Girls on my dash. Or in the world. Just never.


- “A Cat’s Guide To Taking Care of Your Human” [x]

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. 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. 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.


Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.

It’s not a PHASE. It’s not a CHOICE. It’s not LAZINESS.

spread the word guys.

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If this gets ten thousand reblogs and gets through to only help only one person, it’s worth it.

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