I feel like women with depression are still expected to be polite and pretend to be happy in order to keep others happy, while men with depression get to be openly miserable and even rude and their depression can be an excuse for whatever bad behaviour they engage in.
Yessssssssss Also men’s depression is seen as like artistic and deep. Like its ok that theyre rude cause theyre going to write the next great American novel or some bull shit. While women with depression really aren’t taken seriously or were asked if we are pmsing or our suicides get made fun of for decades (sylvia plath)
See I’ve only ever seen the opposite. If a guy has depression, he’s told to man up and get work done anyway. A girl has depression and it’s wow, how sad is the beauty, we must melt and heal the ice queen’s heart. I think it depends on where you look, but anyone’s depression can either be overblown and fed into or diminished to the point of isolation.
The underground homes, often a
century old, are topped with gardens exploding with lush dune
grass, diamondleaf willows, and yellow wildflowers—a flash of color in
an otherwise gray landscape.
“They’re bright green and everything around them is just brown,” says Brian Person, a wildlife biologist for the North Slope Borough in Barrow, Alaska. “It pops”…
I can die happy now that I know this fact.
I am now picturing soft little foxes with watering cans and spades planting and tending to their Fox Gardens
I love Star Trek. I love Star Trek so much. I love reading Star Trek fanfic and hearing head canons and AUs and genderbends. The Star Trek fandom is dedicated. Fanfic authors seem to do their research, and do it well, with one exception.
Motherfucking Pavel Andreivich Chekov.
I love this kid, whether it’s the TOS drama queen sass master or the AOS innocent angelic whiz kid. I love reading everything the fandom puts out on this dude. What I do not love, is the butchering of his name that goes on in this beautiful fandom. So, more out of selfishness than generosity, because if I read one more Pavel getting embarrassed at his “childhood nickname,” because of anyone writes a family fic in which Pavel’s father is named anything but Andrei, I. Will. Fucking. Scream.
