Sorry folks the show is over. Close up and go home.
Blog done. I’m wonderful. Life is wonderful. People, MY LIFE IS SO GOOD I DO NOT NEED TUMBLR TO SUSTAIN ME. Actually though that AU is true, my life kinda has improved. But I don’t intend to return to blogging. so I bid you adieu but will leave my blog up for shits and gigs.
Just because a depressed person is happy doesn’t mean they’re not depressed.
Just because a depressed person experiences happiness doesn’t make them a ‘bad’ depressed person.
Just because a depressed person has a good day doesn’t mean they’re not depressed.
Just because a depressed person is doing well one day doesn’t mean they’ll be doing well the next day.
Keep these in mind.
reblog this with a stupid irrational fear
fucking seaweed legit gives me panic attacks
Crossing the street
pipes or insides of water machinery like idk if u guys understand wOW
hoRSESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCKIN HORSES MAN
Being inside in the dark
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
to whomever wrote this
KAYDEN OMG IT IS PERFERCTION
y’know what i hate
when girls are afraid of lesbians and guys are afraid of gay men just because they’re afraid of them “hitting on them” or s/t
like wow don’t flatter yourself no sensible queer person is going to be attracted to you when you’re such an asshole