Some Anxious Kat

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Tag yourself. (by Nathan W. Pyle)

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When a camera’s shutter speed is in sync with a bird’s flutter speed. (via zombieborscht)

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ppl have been asking for videos of rio so have this delightful video of me blowing on him

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When a camera’s shutter speed is in sync with a bird’s flutter speed. (via zombieborscht)

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Smug shot. (via confidentialite)

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Don’t know what to think...

A’s mother said to him today that she wants us to have a child before she passes. The chance of me being able to ‘have’ a kid is slim to none, plus I have moderate tokophobia which makes me not want to anyway. As far as adopting, fostering, etc, I’m not sure if I want to. I’m horrible with kids, I don’t know how to react around them or play with them, much less take care of one. Also, being abusive towards children is a trait that my family has carried for generations, and I’m terrified I will repeat what I’ve gone through to my own children...

As far as not wanting kids, A says it’s okay and that it doesn’t matter. But I don’t want to disappoint my possible future in-laws, or make them despise me. I’m not a “take home to meet the parents” type of girl, and I never have been. In all of the relationships I’ve been in, serious or not, there has only been one where I met their parents. However, in my opinion, it didn’t even count because I had met them while we were just friends and we were both still in the closet during our relationship so they didn’t even know we were dating. (Kind of a plus though because no one cared if we slept in the same room or even the same bed.) 

I don’t really know what to do.

I want them to like me.

I want to have a good relationship with them because I already have a bad enough relationship with my own mother, I don’t need any other parents hating me.

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Boyfriend: You seem really happy today (: Me: Just in a really great mood (: *5 hours later: period shows up* Fuck. You. Mother. Nature. -____-

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[mrs-10k]

Haven't been myself for nearly 7 years. Now most of the people I actually talk to don't even know who I used to be.

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“Could you write I like him and like being around him, but I’m scared of commitment, he loves me and every time he tells me I wish I could say it back, but I don’t want to say something in case I don’t mean it, he wants to be with me but I’m scared of relationships.”-(t.i.f.)

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Sometimes you just want to be alone, you know? Sometimes you’re surrounded by people you love and you should be insanely happy and all you can think is “I want to go home.” Sometimes you just can’t be bothered to pretend to be happy or interested or in love. Sometimes you’re too tired to fake it. So tell me, what do you do when you’ve got exactly what you want and all you want to do is leave?

Midnight thoughts (it’s too late to leave)

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The "commitment issues" squad

Sagittarius, Aries, Gemini, libra, Aquarius

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[mrs-10k]

Nearly 5 months ago, I started my recovery as a narcotics addict, for the third time in my life. I joined a 90 day program and stayed 100% sober during those days at a sober house. Once I left, it got a bit harder. I stayed away from pills, but fell back into drinking. Not heavily, but still, I was no longer sober. Three weeks ago, I started my sobriety over. I am almost 5 months clean, and three weeks sober. It's hard to imagine living the rest of my life sober. No getting drunk with friends, no having drinks with my boyfriend once we're together. Nothing. But it's for the best. And thirty years from now, I hope to look back on this beginning to my recovery and be proud of myself, because that's one thing I never have been; proud...

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Anxiety

Anxiety is a monster. It follows you like a ball and chain strapped to your ankle, every clink it makes reminds you that you are his. Anxiety is a monster. You think you can get through the day without him whispering in your ear about how you’re going to mess up everything? You’re wrong. Anxiety is a monster. He will follow you through the dark times and will always be in your sight. He loves this. He loves tormenting you. He loves making you question every word you want to say, every action you want to take. He lays beside you at night and reminds you of all the horrible stuff in your life from that time you embarrassed yourself in front of your third grade class to when you didn’t say yes to going out with that guy you like because the monster was luring in the distance. Anxiety is a monster…