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I enjoy posting the little and random and fun and interesting (or even annoying) things I encounter everyday.

Also, I am such a sucker for bright and lovely spaces. Oh and for Christmas, too.

And recently I realized this is where I post my sad musings (rather, musings of other people). It is therapeutic actually.

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Repost from Thought Catalog

I Like Being Sad

By Sarah Sheridan

I like being sad. I like feeling utterly alone or helpless or dark or all three at once. I like lying in bed and crying or just laying in bed, staring at my ceiling, brooding over the train wreck my life seems to be. I like feeling sorry for myself. I like being miserable and touchy and quiet. I relish in the question, “Are you okay?” I get off on looking ominous and answering with a quiet, “Yeah……(read, prolonged silence) I’m fine I guess.”

I don’t feel sad because I’m depressed. I don’t feel depressed because I’m crazy. I like being sad because sad inspires me. I like being sad because sad gives me courage to say things. Sad gives me an excuse — more than anger or euphoria or mundaneness — to speak my mind. Sad sometimes even gives me a free pass for the things that escape my lips when I receive said courage.

I like being sad because it gives me time — time to reflect, be quiet, be still, and just think. Sad allows me to center myself. It allows me to regroup, reorganize, and throw things together in ways that I never would have thought of had I been happy. Happiness is distracting, complicated, and subjective. Sad is simple, clean, and focused.

I know no one else likes it when I’m sad. The responses range from empathetic sorrow to annoyance to eventual rage from those closest to me over the frustrating assortment of emotions I always display.

“But you said [insert something I said while happy here].”

“Well I’ve changed my mind because now I’m sad and unless you can get me either super drunk or super laid in the next thirty seconds, it’s not happening.”

Cue stage one of quiet resentments radiating from those around me.

Even when sad pushes people away, even when sad isolates me, even when sad makes me lose things or places or people, I still like being sad.

I like being sad because I feel closest to myself when I am sad. Because, let’s be honest, who sits down — while happy — to write poetry or think about the course their life might be headed on or do anything productive. No. When you are young and happy you are burning daylight. You are dancing and laughing and loving and…well, not being sad. But being young and sad brings with it a veil of maturity. Staying in, staying sober, and staying alone has their perks in the form of productivity and sometimes even some online shopping (unless you are staying in and not staying sober but that’s an entirely different sad that I like).

Writing this just made me sad. But that’s okay.

I like being sad.

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(Source: quote-book)

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There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t because I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don’t have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever


Unremarkable. Uneventful. It’s a struggle. It has been. And it shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t be.

— Meredith Grey; Grey’s Anatomy Season 7 Episode 22 (submitted by i-get-around)

(Source: quote-book, via petrichorhigh)

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One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way as someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in the world.

So Much Closer by Susane Colosanti

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Remember all the little notes, you/ve convinced yourself a hundred times over what is.

Remember all the little notes, you/ve convinced yourself a hundred times over what is.

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Indeed. 

Indeed. 

(Source: leilockheart, via caffeinehigh)

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12 more hours to prove that I am superwoman! 

12 more hours to prove that I am superwoman! 

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For my caring boyfriend and friends and of course my family 

For my caring boyfriend and friends and of course my family 

(Source: justbesplendid)

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"…coz there’s beauty in the breakdown."

"…coz there’s beauty in the breakdown."

(via purseofstories)

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As bright as the sun

As bright as the sun

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Care not so much. Expect nothing more.

Care not so much. Expect nothing more.

(via prettyspace)