anxiety is terrible, you could be having an attack and no one would even know because it’s an inward thing. it feels like you’re malfunctioning and you can’t process your own thoughts. you get a knot in your stomach and you can’t take a full breath but outwardly you can literally just sit there and look completely normal as long as no one tries to speak to you.
Yep that about sums it up
I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
in australia we just exchange boomerangs
friendly reminder that you don’t owe your mom kindness and love if she hasn’t shown you any, and that family members don’t automatically deserve all your respect if they treat you badly. don’t let anyone make you feel guilty about how your parents treat you.
there are some days where i forget to eat the entire day, and then there are other days where i have first breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, third breakfast, tea, dinner, soupsies, supper, night lunch, midnight snack and one-in-the-morning snack
I don’t understand why
Because I never lied to you
I was always honest and open
Told you the truth when words were to be spoken
Why did you have to lie to me
You played games with something that isn’t a toy
It’s something real
It gives me feelings
Feelings that I had and still have for you
They won’t ever go away
They’re always going to linger and stay
You were a part of me
But you’ve left me oh so lonely
Broken and torn
Left behind in the dust and darkness
You took something golden
And chipped it away till it was worth nothing
Because I won’t ever be first
I’ll always come in second
I’ll never be your favorite
I’ll just be your regret
I was a stepping stool for you
Just so you could get the past back
Nothing more than a door mat
For you to walk all over
I hate you for what you’ve done to me
Yet I miss you so much that it literally hurts
Is this what they call love?
If so then I never want to feel it again.”
like good tequila
or fine wine
let’s not forget
Why does Matt have a fucking dead squirrel in his head!?