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@uhleeshhha
“Everything in my head went quiet.
All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. Or the eyelash on her cheek- the eyelash on her cheek- the eyelash on her cheek. I knew I had to talk to her. I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. But she loved it. She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- when she talked- when she talked- when she talked; when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. How she blows out candles- blows out candles- blows out candles- blows out candles- blows out-…. Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! I want her back so bad.. I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on. ”
Shoutout to everybody that was supposed to graduate but couldn’t
and the people thats still tryna transfer out of community college
Y’all gon get there
Shoutout to the dropouts still tryin’ to go back
Shoutout to the dropouts who made it back but are still struggling
Y’all got this.
and to the people taking it slow, only a class at a time because the stress is too much
and to those thinking of staying in community colleges but getting hate for not transffering or going to big name schools
you are all amazing and brave for taking your own route you can do this
shoutout to the drop-outs who still have nightmares about failing courses
who wish they could get their degree but don’t have the confidence or money to go back
who can see exactly where they went wrong in picking their school/course/major and just feel like they’ve wasted everyone’s time
its okay, your worth is not dictated by any of that shit, you are a fucking fantastic person who deserves happiness and relief from that guilt. Your life will continue and be full of wonderful things
Wow shout out to yall
yo i almost cried reading this, it is so hard to try to go back to school when life keeps getting in the way, it just never feels like i’m ever going to finish anything and people can be so judgmental about that shit
This meant everything to me
me: stop being racist please
family: listen… liberal hippie trash ….u dont know anything abotu the world….
“Just because you are a character doesn’t mean that you have character.”
Pulp Fiction (1994)
I know having a bf/gf etc isnt important but when no one crushes on u u cant help but wonder “whats wrong with me ” “maybe im meaner than i thought” “how ugly AM i” “its because of my body its totally my body” i think its only natural as humans that we seek approval it kind of sucks
so i was taking a bath
a bubble bath to be specific
i used half a bar of lush’s comforter (however you fucking spell it) and this happened
crazy right? i think my mom’s tub is made of magic powers or something
so i had a nice bath, watched some cry plays on my ipad
and i drained my tub
i came down to my room, two floors down in the basement
and i am greeted with this
i cAN”T FUCKInG BREATHE
okay so i was watching the suite life of zack and cody episode where they make a commercial and i decided to call the Tipton’s number
and it’s a fucking sex chatline.