subspacetsundere: having feelings that you know are dumb being upset at yourself for having feelings that you know are dumb
niggayougay: MAN I WISH I WAS HOT ENOUGH TO MAKE SOMEONE SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED
pizzattack: the only thigh gap i care about is the one you get when i spread your legs
AHHH I am so excited for Wild Party after the cast get together today The costumes sound amazing and omg I just can’t believe how excited I am
NINETY-FIVE GRIEVANCES TO GOD: ABRIDGED
After Martin Luther 1. Children are capable of feeling both shame and abandonment. 14. My father lives alone. Also, a hawk killed his dog and you expect me to believe in mercy. 20. Good things happen to bad people. 47. One day, every person I have ever loved will die and the only option you have given me is to just sit by and watch it happen or hope I am the first to go. 48. Speaking of...
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cishetssuck: friendly reminder that: you are not weak if you want meds for your disorder you are not weak if you relapse once you are not weak if you relapse a thousand times you are not weak if some kinds of therapy don’t work for you you are not weak if some kinds of meds don’t work for you you are not weak if you have a mental disorder.
theongreyjoy: i’d love to see more women villains that are completely unsympathetic. no stupid “woe is me” backstory that hardly justifies their actions. no victim complex. no hesitation. just a love for carnage and head games and an insatiable lust for pain. mentally unhinged or fully in control. there aren’t enough female characters out there that are truly monsters. as much as it’s fun to see...
I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept well in a while. I haven’t fallen asleep before 1 in weeks.
I’ll try to sleep you away, though I never can.
I understand why. Why I can’t let you go. It hit me suddenly, like a punch to the throat. You are my first (and only) love. You’ve become an ideal and an emotion, and I want to cling to it. It’s no longer even you as a person, it’s what you are to me. You are being wanted, you are a sense of belonging, you are security in myself. I’m clinging to those things...
I started writing you a letter. But amidst my shaking hands and tear-filled eyes, I erased it all. I want to let you go, but you are still my freshest wound, and so I remember you too clearly. Why can’t I accept that I am alone?
The reality of right now.
smcoolbeans: How do you fill an insatiable emptiness. I try to fill it with people, places and distractions. But in the end, the reality is that you’re alone. The happiness is brief, it comes and goes. Some days work out okay but others don’t work out too well. I had such high expectations, good ones. Only to be let down, but now I have no expectations. Reality hits hard.
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...– Ray Bradbury (via after-glow)
filharmagic: it’s ok to not be sure about your sexuality/gender ok guys? no matter how old you are. even if you’re in a relationship. even if you told everyone one thing. it’s really ok to not be sure because you’re growing and learning more about yourself ♬(ノ゜∇゜)ノ♩
I know people care, but I can’t help feeling lonely regardless… I hate it because I know that people like me, but I still feel like I’m nothing but a bother. I’m just… not the person that other people want to put the initial effort in with. I wish I was, but I’m not.
I’d try to explain that it’s not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more...– Allie Brosh/Hyperbole and a Half, Depression Part Two (via sickur)
akanedee: if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence
coagulates: I just wanna kiss you for a few hours
loveanddrevenge: I loved you I loved you every day I loved you every night I loved you on the sunny days I loved you through the storms I loved you through the jealousy I loved you at four in the morning I loved you when you ignored me I loved you when you hurt me I loved you when we stopped talking I loved you when you disappeared I even fucking loved you when you stopped loving me
Face Reading: Eye Color
psych-facts: spiritualseeker: The meaning of eye colors does say much about a person. But then again it is more about the genetics you inherit. Personalities of individual to individual are different and it is certainly not about eye colors only. It might be true to certain extent that the color of your eye may have an impact on your personality but again it is all about your own personal...
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spuandi: i dont even wear my heart on my sleeve i’m more like
kleemoney: I’m insanely jealous of people who are openly out and proud and have the 100% support of their parents and family and that’s a really sad thing to be jealous over because that should be a given for everyone.
It hit me today that one of my favorite people is moving in a few months. Oh my god, make that two. What am I gonna do without two of my favorite guys??
someone online: *calls me cute*
me: *wiggles awkwardly*
me: *pulls hoodie drawstrings*
me: *scrunches into down comforter*
me: *blushes for ten minutes*
me: *peeks out*
me: no u
luhaniac: yoU THINK YOU’RE REAL CUTE, DON’T YOU???? REAL FUCKING CUTE, RIGHT???? i think so too
I hate these love songs. They’re okay at first but hearing them all the time just pisses me off.