universe, i love you

hello my name's casey and i'm pretty much always uncomfortable

[somethingtohopewith-blog]

me: i am totally rocking this whole coping thing, i don’t even feel like myself! Sometimes i don’t feel anything at all! Isn’t that great??

my therapist: …you’re dissociating…. 

me:

[grace--upon--grace]

[loneozner]

ik some people don’t understand exactly how much anxiety can irrationally prevent you from doing things, even easy things, or how much it can completely stunt your life… it’s garbage tbh and it’s not the same as being nervous, it’s not something you can necessarily just push through, you can be confident in some ways and terrified of other things for reasons that might not even make sense to you, and telling someone to “get over it” is practically a guarantee you’re making them feel even worse, so… yeah

[glumshoe]

hope u get run over

Hoping is all well and good, but ultimately, it gets you nowhere. Be the change you wish to see in the world. Get in your car and run me the fuck down instead of waiting for others to do your work for you, you coward. You lazy fool.

[nevver]

The Constellations of Summer, Francesco Levy

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

No escape, no world to go to. Evidently I am fully conscious that the destructive tendencies in me are strong and to be watched.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Dennis Farrell featured in A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

[tastefullyoffensive]

(via meanboysclub)

[woodsinge]

[lovequotesrus]

Everything you love is here

[hoechloin]

“Thank you for being a part of our journey. Sensates forever” – Thank you, Sense8 (2015 - 2017)

[because-it-mattered]

My anxiety: somethings off

Me: how so?

Anxiety: somethings wrong

Me: what

Anxiety: something

Me: like can you give me a general idea

Anxiety: somethings off

[crocophile-deactivated20190326]

edgar allen poe’s famous short story, ‘bird tells me to fuck off in my own home’

[mozzarella-sticks]

[endless-unfolding]

This is our misfortune and maybe our small grace:

we throw words at the dark and the dark comes back to us;

—John Thompson, from “Moving Out, Moving In,” in At the Edge of the Chopping There Are No Secrets (1973)

[skrotchevo]

[quick-nip]

(via Saturday Morning Cartoons: Baopu #15) by Yao Xiao

words to remember

[death-by-elocution]

[bepeu-deactivated20171202]

i am… how u say… goddamn losing it lads