by my 12 year old daughter…she said (creeping up behind me) Mom you have a Tumblr??? I told her I was creeping other people’s and she believed me. Not sure why, since I was on my dash, which you only have if you have an account.
This is such an underrated, underused word. Sometimes I am just in a mood, or not even quite a mood, but it’s just underneath the surface. I am not sad, I am not discontent, I am not angry. But there is something just not right, and I can feel those strings pulling on me. A feeling of uneasiness, with no visible cause. I try to rationalize it away, there is no reason for it. It can’t be shaken away, it will not leave until it is ready. This is my melancholy.
but then I did. I got sucked in, and feel all mushy and on a cloud now.