Anyway, I say all of this now and I’ll probably be googling Sylvia Plath quotes in a week but whatever, just bear with me for a second. Being truly happy, to me, is a choice you have to make. I wasn’t aware of this before. I thought happiness, like dying, was a guarantee but, oops, it’s not. It involves hard work and not succumbing to the attractive lure of melancholy.

What You Have To Do In Order To Be Truly Happy by Ryan O’Connell. This piece really captures my sometimes-struggles with blue moods. I just enjoy somber music and snow-reflected blue lighting and sad poetry too much sometimes and I forget that actually nothing is wrong at all. (via lajoiedevivre)