i have anxiety. i’ve always had anxiety. both in the lighthearted “i’m anxious about this” kind of thing, and i’ve been to the depths of the darker end of the spectrum, which is not fun.
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@thenealhendrix
i have anxiety. i’ve always had anxiety. both in the lighthearted “i’m anxious about this” kind of thing, and i’ve been to the depths of the darker end of the spectrum, which is not fun.
“I just spent the last ten minutes looking for my phone while I was on the phone. It’s been that kind of day.”
“ are you serious orrr?? “ he asked raising his eyebrow at the other, “ that is... pretty sad, kid. maybe you should get some sleep. “
life had been easy on sebastian, but, now, his best-kept secret was leaving his closet and it could change everything. days like that, when the worries got too much, he just needed something to numb things out a bit, which was why he found himself at a bar, a tumbler filled with scotch in front of him. “has life been giving you a hard time too?” he asked the person sitting next to him, even before taking a proper look at them.
neal sat down at the bar and ordered himself a whiskey, straight up. he heard the words from the other’s mouth and shrugged, “ no, i just like to come to the bar on a tuesday night. because i have nothing better to fuckin’ do. “ he said that with a hard sarcastic tone to his voice. it was a defense mechanism with him.
“oh god, i can’t watch!” maria replied, a laugh escaping her lips as she turned her head. “that is so gross yet so funny at the same time!” she continued, taking a small peek.
“ now, the words i am a good dancer never left my lips. but thank you for making me feel even better about my dance moves. “ he raised his eyebrow at the young girl and shrugged.
~ * his voice was scratchy and rough when he spoke. he’d wanted nothing more than to go home and r e l a x before practice in the morning, but some part of him just wanted to go out and do something. so, as he found himself walking through the park closeted to his house he was stumped to find a familiar face sitting on the bench facing the soccer field. “it’s really easy to pick up – trust me.”
neal looked at his son and took a small soft breath in, “ while i am highly certain that’s true. i was never big on sports, kid. “ he said, raising his eyebrow. he was worried that his son would try and dart the other way as soon as he realized it was actually him, “ but if you want to see your old man fall flat on his face, show me the way. “ he said, chuckling a little bit.
can we just take a sec to appreciate ryan reynolds’ face for a bit? ....... anywho. this is my semi-crazy, yet loveable total dad character. Neal Hendrix. He’s a complete softy with his kids and ex wife... but with everyone else, not so much. i mean, he’s nice to people as long as they don’t get on his bad side. click-itty click click the little heart and i’ll likely get to shootin’ you a message. it’s alex again btw.
i’ll be on neal tomorrow for sure. i’m falling asleep rn. so liiiike, hmu if ya wanna plot.
i think you have to let go of this idea that you can be precious about everything, and let it be the abstract mess that it is.