blessed wild apple girl

'Pon a hill a green bird sat
Her owlets in a green felt hat
Her fortune was a wish.
653 | 5.5.2013 | 1 year ago


mothgirlwings:

Viola Savoy and a little friend in “Alice In Wonderland” (1915)

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heathenharnow:

Minnen från forna dagar VII (I & II)
“Fröger reste denna sten efter Olev, sin fader. Han ägde Gerum.”
© Heathen Harnow - please do not remove credit

14262 | 21.4.2013 | 1 year ago


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47 | 17.4.2013 | 1 year ago


walzerjahrhundert:

Kitty Kielland, Sommernatt, 1886

walzerjahrhundert:

Kitty Kielland, Sommernatt, 1886

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labellefilleart:

Who is Silvia - From the Book of Old English Ballads, Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale

labellefilleart:

Who is Silvia - From the Book of Old English Ballads, Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale

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1280 | 17.4.2013 | 1 year ago


ohyeahmorigirl:

sistinas-nlp:

Holly Hobbie (b 1944) ~ The Letter Box

I love Holly Hobbie!!

ohyeahmorigirl:

sistinas-nlp:

Holly Hobbie (b 1944) ~ The Letter Box

I love Holly Hobbie!!

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149 | 17.4.2013 | 1 year ago


retrogoddess:

Holly Hobbie

retrogoddess:

Holly Hobbie

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199217 | 17.4.2013 | 1 year ago


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. (via visualcomplex)

Wow, this… I can’t believe how accurate this is, they got it all in there. How impossibly difficult normal everyday life becomes, that you can’t be bothered to take out the trash or feed yourself, let alone go outside, pay bills or be creative.

I don’t know if I should be weeping with joy because someone gets it and puts it perfectly into words like this, or just weep because this is a thing, this is what it’s like, and this is what I’ve battled every single winter of my life since I was ten.

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