Stuck In My Head - Tumblr Posts
"What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"
- Mr. Weasley
Who can relate?
You know that shock when your playlist is on shuffle, and you go from some chill jazz to a loud rock thing. Yeah, I just went from dodie's intertwined to what time is it from high school musical 2. I literally jumped in my seat
The memories of you in my mind is like a thousand song in a playlist on repeat all.
-and all the song titles was your name.
How can you wake up feeling refreshed, when all you did in your sleep was to runaway from your depressive mind.
ATTENTION
If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
quite a few to be fair, like half my playlist but mostly Godzilla by Eminem or quite a few of his songs as well as Nasty Dog since that's been an animation meme going around, but I like Melanie Martinez too :O
Some of the songs that I listen to :D


ATTENTION
If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
I haven't been able to get this out of my head




A few extra bits I wasn't sure abt



Norman Polk/The Projectionist
YOU'RE MY NUMBER OOONNNEEEE YOURE THE REASON IM STILL UP AT DAWWNNN JUST TO SEE YOUR FACE WELL BE GOING STROOONNNG WITH THE VAMPIRES, BABY WE BELONG, WE BELONG AWAKE SWINGING FROM THE FIRE ESCAPE
Today I haven't been able to get anything done. From the outsider view it might appear as though I am lazy, stuck in a social media scrolling daze.
But what it feels like, laying on my bed, phone like a tablet of stone in my hand, is similiar to what I'd imagine being stuck a bed with chains wrapped around your chest and waist and legs. A blanket of stones draped over my body from my shoulders to my toes, ensuring extra rocks are stacked on top of my chest and ribs.
Breathing hurts and moving is a mission. Neither comes easily as I lay concious but comatose. I wish to all the gods that I could have just enough energy to finish basic tasks as the voice of Reason shouts within the corridors of my mind. Screaming that I have responsibilities that await my attention. To just get up and move. And Anxiety joins in with frantic whispers of what ifs. What if I lose my job, get replaced by someone better skilled and just better at functioning as a person. What will you do? How will you pay your due? What about the ones relying on you?
Then finally Depression makes it's appearance but sits silently in the corner. Staring with their empty expression directly at me. All that needs to be said has been said, shouted, whispered. Now I am left with facing how it feels. Depression tips an inkpot over your heart. The dark, numb pain courses through your veins, corrupts your bloodstream and tears you apart. Much like the stones on your chest from the outside, Depression weighs down from the inside.
As I struggle to find my voice, or regain control of my body, my mind has me trapped. Only resemblance of life being the flick of my thumb across my cellphone screen.
I have bye lena problems stuck in my head what is going on
Why do I feel like I need to do more? I've written, I've taken care of my socials, I've hung out with my sister, I ate. And I still feel empty. What do I do? There were no obligations today and I still feel like I should've done more. I shouldn't feel guilty but I do. Gosh. Why do I feel like this? What is this?
One day I will find the right words and they will be simple.
Jack Kerouac
I think I’ll take a break from thinking for a while.
My husband makes the best homemade noodles/dumpins I've ever had. He doesn't do anything complicated. Or technically special/different. They're always just, amazing. Thick. Absorb the soup flavor so well. Just. Delicious.
Side note. I've had the Palia underground music stuck in my head since 6pm yesterday, which began with me becoming aware that I was humming it while showering and it has been in the Brain Background ever since.
I want to just fall into someones arms and let them take care of me, to tell me everything is going to be all right. I can't do that, I have to stand for myself, I have to make sure I keep going. There's no more time to stop.