Thank you guys for constantly inspiring me to do better. The first time I saw you guys helping each other by passing out hearts, cutting them out yourselves, holding them up during the show. Mobilizing behind the things you love… It makes me feel happy, truly happy. Thank you very much for being who you are. Brendon Urie talking about his fans.
I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed
SHIT WHAT
Also let yourself cry. It really is a biochemical release valve to dump out all the chemicals that make you feel stuff.
I honestly think one reason men in western culture have so many problems is that we don’t let them cry, and literally their brains get stuffed with all this crap that doesn’t have a release valve. Men, please cry. You’ll feel better. It’s ok. You are not lesser for taking care of your health.
This is why tears from different emotions look different under an electron microscope. They’re literally made up of different things.
Happy tears are structurally different than sad tears than angry tears than overwhelmed tears etc.
I looked it up, cuz that tidbit was dope to me and..
when I was in high school, my depression was really bad and I was having a lot of trouble with taking care of myself (showers, eating, etc.) and I was so angry a lot of the time
and there days (too many days) where I would wake up and it would be almost impossible to make myself get out of bed
my hair is dirty I’d think, lying there. my clothes aren’t clean. I’m miserable; I hate everything and no one likes me and I’m so angry and I’m so very, very tired.
but then I’d think about Snape.
because here’s the thing about Snape: he clearly felt that way, too.
(and he never suffered pretty, you know? he was angry, he was miserable, he was bitter and sharp and unattractive and he clearly had trouble taking care of himself, the way I did, and people didn’t like him and he still kept going)
and so I’d tell myself it’s okay if your hair is dirty. it’s okay if you’re miserable, if you’re angry and exhausted.
you just have to get through this.
you can get through this.
(get up, Severus, and put on something black.)
When everything else fails, sometimes it is only spite that can get you through the day and that’s ok.
