Cards Against Humanity is where you learn which of your friends are basic and which ones are sociopaths there is no in between
I’ve never played agh
The saga continues
These are the greatest things ever
I think everything in life is art. What you do, how you dress, how you talk, the way you love someone, your smile, your personality, what you believe in, and all of your dreams. How your writing looks, how you decorate your home, the food you make, and how you feel. Life is art.
you dont have to agree with his policies but you have to admit hes the coolest president weve had ever
The last day of Harry Potter.
Saddest point in film history ever
Someone could say but a mere sentence, or I could see something in a flash, and it has the power to shake up my world. Something I discover can haunt me for days, weeks, months at a time. Obsessing is mentally and physically exhausting. Some days, things will be going so well that it’s easy to forget. While others, it’s just me, stuck alone in my head with nothing but my own thoughts to make me or break me. Some days I have the power to rip myself free from the chains my OCD holds over me. Some days, it’s so good that I’ll think to myself, Hey, no need to worry today. It’ll all be fine. Take it easy. While others, my fear grows so large, I turn away from everything and every one I love to find a place where I’ll feel safe. But where do you go for a safe haven when your enemy lives within your thoughts? Sometimes the only way to keep the obsessive thoughts at bay is to distract myself. The way that works the best? Technology. Tv shows. Movies. Video games. Hours can feel like minutes, and before you know it, the anxiety is gone. My mind is numb. But who wants to have numb mind? Wasting hours and hours watching incredible tv shows feels great at the time, but then when I look back, it’s shocking to see how much time gets wasted. In this small world with short lives, do I really want to waste hours, days, numbing my mind? Of course not. But how else can I make the obsessing stop? What else is there to do? How can I fix it? I don’t smoke cigarettes, do drugs, or self-harm, and I wouldn’t resort to any of those things—I know they don’t help and are worse than abusing technology. I just feel like a prisoner, trapped in my brain, afraid of too many things and just brave enough to get by. I want to feel peaceful. I don’t want to feel anxious or obsessive. There has to be a solution for me that doesn’t involve medication. I just haven’t found it yet. But lately, it’s getting worse. It’s like I’m stuck in a dark room; palms, fingers, scaling the walls for a light switch, but I can’t find it. By the time I do, I’m already spooked.
I don’t know. I just don’t know. There has to be a solution. I’m searching for it. I’ll be patient. I won’t give up.
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?