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¿

h0odrich

i speak spanish let me translate: ?

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No offense but there's a she wolf in your closet let it out so it can breathe

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catholicamputee

this was the weirdest movie ever.

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shrek 2 was the highest grossing film of 2004 and is the 26th highest grossing film of all time

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You have been blessed by the Forest Gods. You will now have good luck for the next 6 months, simply by seeing this post. You are also protected from Slender Man, Bloody Mary and Jeff the Killer. You DO NOT NEED to reblog this post, you are already Protected. This being said, do not feel discouraged, you are free to reblog this if you wish.

In short, we present IMMUNITY STAGS.

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I actually fucking appreciate this so much over the reblog or bullshit

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wonder what’s on the other side of all this anxiety?

*moves through it*

oh a massive depression

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Don’t trust morning you. Morning you is a dick. Morning you would sell your loved ones if it got them 5 minutes of extra sleep

sarapsys

maybe morning me wouldn’t be such a dick if that flaky bitch evening me had gone to bed instead of tumblring til butts oclock int he morning

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Well evening me might have fallen asleep at a reasonable hour if that dumbass afternoon me hadn’t lain down for a “little nap” that lasted four hours.

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Drifting

Sometimes, I drift. It’s a scary feeling not knowing where you’re going. You aren’t in control and you aren’t able to tell where you’re headed. All you know is that you’re heading somewhere. I don’t like to feel insecure. Something about this not knowing thing makes me feel more insecure than I’ll ever really be able to comprehend, but I know that I feel it and that’s all that matters. I’m falling again, I can feel myself falling down this dark never ending hole that I somehow always find myself on the edge of. Am I on the right path? Am I doing what I need to do? Am I going to even make it to next week? Sometimes.. very rarely... but sometimes it buries me. I don’t know what else to do but withdraw into myself and survive this wave of depression, this wave of insecurity, this wave of being overwhelmed. Then, when the storm is over, I’ll come back and pick up the broken pieces and restart again. Sometimes the slightest thing can toss me off this metaphorical mountain I spent forever attempting to reach the peak of. Sometimes. Sometimes drifting is okay.