why iphones gotta take two million years to turn back on after they die like you plug em in and you’re all ready to start texting again but they’re like “nope. i gotta take some time for myself. figure out who i am. you hurt me too much the last time. let me think.”
apparently daddy long legs are called ‘harvestman’ in other parts of the world
what are they harvesting?????
never, ever, tell me that “it doesn’t matter.”
because if it was enough to make you cry
if it hurt you that much
then it does matter
never think that you are insignifcant
or that your problems aren’t important
because you matter
i just want everyone to consider me a friend without me having to talk to them
"don’t play the anxiety card"
YOU THINK THAT I USE ANXIETY AS AN EXCUSE?!
JUST BECAUSE I START TO PANIC WHEN YOU ASK ME TO DO CERTAIN THINGS DOESN’T MEAN I’M SIMPLY USING IT AS AN ESCAPE
MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO DO CAUSE ME ANXIETY, AND WHEN YOU CONFRONT ME ABOUT IT AND YELL AT ME FOR IT IT JUST MAKES IT WORSE
IT’S NOT A FUCKING CARD
tumblr gets a lot more fun when you stop taking your blog and notes and followers so seriously and you just do what you want and not care if people dont like it
Sunday nights are the worst you go to bed with that horrifying feeling of impending doom like “I’ve got a whole fucking week ahead”