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Currently Watching:
The Office

Currently Reading: Orange Is The New Black

Listening to Most Recently: The Features

I'm also currently busy with work, so I may not be posting as much.

moaninglisasmile:

"i’m a big BBC fan" says the person who has watched, in this order: doctor who, sherlock, and merlin

hellhoundkin:

me: living with debilitating anxiety sucks everyone just thinks you’re being lazy when you PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY cannot do things

neurotypical person: lol its ok everyone worries about stuff! You’re just psyching yourself out, you can do stuff even when you’re anxious! (0:

me: shut the fuck up

"Take root in the ground, live in harmony with the wind, plant your seeds in the winter, and rejoice with the birds in the coming of spring."

"I like to feel like a seven year old who’s allowed to dress themselves for the first time or something"

I don’t hate people. I just feel better when they aren’t around. —Charles Bukowski (via feellng)

realityexistsinmymind:

stereofeathers:

whatismgmt:

Do u ever wanna punch urself in the face for procrastinating and ruining ur life

yeah but I never get around to it

idk if this is funny or sad

hazelshaw:

I wonder if those people are still a fan of John’s today

so if anyone wants to know, i did end up making that cross stitch / embroidery blog and it’s called crossroadstitches and i will probably post all my crafty stuff there from now on and keep this just a fandom blog (◕‿◕✿)

It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.

You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s, Ryan O’Connell  (via paintdeath)
As a child I never heard one woman say to me, “I love my body.” Not my mother, my elder sister, my best friend. No one woman has ever said, “I am so proud of my body.” So I make sure to say it to Mia, because a positive physical outlook has to start at an early age. —Kate Winslet, speaking about her daughter.  (via thatkindofwoman)
Title: The Wolf
Artist: Phildel
Album: The Disappearance of the Girl
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and you once said i wish you dead you sinner,
i’ll never be more than a wolf at your door for dinner,
and if i see you ‘round like a ghost in my town, you liar,
i’ll leave with your head oh i’ll leave you for dead, sire.

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