*tries to breathe*
kim kardashian hollywood app:
you dont have enough energy to do that
I hate how your mind thinks of something really creepy and you try to act all casual about it like “haha that would be creepy if a demon came up behind me and tried to breathe on me hahahahaha” then you go and turn every single light on and call your mom.
Until I started taking my antidepressants, though, I didn’t actually know that I was depressed. I thought the dark staticky corners were part of who I was. It was the same way I felt before I put on my first pair of glasses at age 14 and suddenly realized that trees weren’t green blobs but intricate filigrees of thousands of individual leaves; I hadn’t known, before, that I couldn’t see the leaves, because I didn’t realize that seeing leaves was a possibility at all. And it wasn’t until I started using tools to counterbalance my depression that I even realized there was depression there to need counterbalancing. I had no idea that not everyone felt the gravitational pull of nothingness, the ongoing, slow-as-molasses feeling of melting down into a lump of clay. I had no way of knowing that what I thought were just my ingrained bad habits — not being able to deposit checks on time, not replying to totally pleasant emails for long enough that friendships were ruined, having silent meltdowns over getting dressed in the morning, even not going to the bathroom despite really, really, really having to pee — weren’t actually my habits at all. They were the habits of depression, which whoa, holy shit, it turns out I had a raging case of.
better stop off at the next motorway services since i've been driving for 3 hours, which is 1 hour more than the highway code recommends!!
yeah it's a pretty short drive only like 47 hours if i don't stop
Okay if you can’t fuck with a girl because of:
- Pubic hair
- Stretch marks
- Any other natural occurrence of the female form
You aren’t really worthy of it anyway
Take her as she is because she shouldn’t have to change for you. Go the Hell home fuck boy