Sense and Common

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I’m actually really happy my sister got me interested in Gossip Girl, because now I know how to properly describe her to people.

My sister is a poor Blair. She is literally her twin, except she’s poor. That’s her, that’s Emmy.

I can’t imagine a better description.

I feel almost bad that I haven’t been on tumblr in so long. 

Not many people really know what it means to say ” I love you” . I personally don’t think you can say it until you’ve felt it; it means so much. By saying “I love you,” you’re saying that you want to be with a person, regardless of whether or not they’re depressed or upset or sick or far away. When I said “I love you,” I meant it. It just fucking sucks that the person saying it back stopped meaning it.


I really hate the repetition of life. I hate how I seem to make the same mistakes over and over. Trusting people. Counting on people. Trusting and counting on myself. That last one’s the worst. I can’t really blame other people when im always involved. I always manage to fuck things up. And the thing about the future is that it requires us to enjoy the repeating scenario we’ve been dealt or to have the means to change it. What kind of a future is one where I always end up alone and have no knowledge of how to change it? A fucked up one.

But don’t worry, I’m still brainwashed and still buy the shit that says I’m young and should still have hope. Ask me in 5 years what I think. I hope a docile, cheerful, changed me can respond. That’s the hope I’ll have now.

neil-gaiman:

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I’m like a weird combination of both

2spoopytitan:

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I’m like a weird combination of both

The thing about anxiety is instead of becoming upset, I become terrified. It’s like I’m standing on the edge of a thousand foot tall cliff, but the cliff if my life, and I know I’m about to fall off of it.

And I make shitty similes

Anxiety disorders are bad

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I found out something lovely today.

I am only interested in tumblr if I’m mid anxiety attack and close to legitimate depression. 

Yay me