Panic Attacks
One Nice Bug Per Day
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we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
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Panic Attacks
to be honest neurotypical karen sounds a lot more fun to hang out with than people who say “neurotypical karen”
neurotypical karen gives good advice and encourages me to better myself and takes me to yoga classes with her while anti-recovery samantha tells me to wallow in my self-loathing and gets angry with me when i tell her i don’t like being depressed constantly
Why do women’s pants have fake pockets but baby pants have real pockets?
I really love touching. It doesn’t always have to be in a sexual way, it could be like you sitting next to me and our knees touching a little or you putting your hand on my mine, little things like that mean so much to me and I crave it, all the fucking time, it drives me insane.
Young and in Love - Coming Soon
really wondering wtf the love of my life is doing & why his ass can’t find me already
Sometimes you have grief under control. It lies low, under the radar, to where you no longer notice it. Sometimes grief hits you like a fucking freight train. You don’t know when it will happen. It could’ve been years since the last wave of it hit, but you are wracked with pain and sadness, until there’s nothing but numbness left.
A girl who was just hit by the freight train of grief (via accidentally-impeccable)
“I’m sick and I’m tired too I can admit, I am not fireproof I feel it burning me I feel it burning you I hope I don’t murder me I hope I don’t burden you If I do, I do”
the beach - the neighbourhood