Yeah cats TOTALLY only like us for food and have no emotional dependency at all.
Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.
after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me
I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE
*throws down gauntlet*
Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.
my meals in the summerbreakfast: 3pm
more food: 1am
midnight snack: 4am
how do you say ‘please talk to me more i crave your company’ to someone without sounding like a creep
does it ever kill you when you make conversation with the person youve been looking forward to talking to the entire day and they just kinda brush you off
i have two moods:
1. everybody get the fuck away from me
2. someone come over and cuddle and watch movies with me
there is no in between
Anxiety is not being to make a phone call to set up an account for college, despite knowing it will make you feel better if you can do it.
Anxiety is struggling to meet people’s eyes in the hallways.
Anxiety is crying in the bathroom during gym class because you don’t want anyone to see you run.
Anxiety is hyperventilating when you notice an envelope that has your testing scores in it, even if you think you did well.
Anxiety is never wanting to be first in line and never wanting to be last in line.
Anxiety is double and triple checking that you have enough money to make a purchase, even if you’ve counted it a hundred times before.
Anxiety isn’t getting nervous when you have a big test; it’s hyperventilating before and after hand and asking your teacher every single day when you get them back.
Anxiety isn’t cute. Anxiety hurts and makes life hard. Don’t pretend to have it and don’t try to minimalize my disorder.” ― Learn this before you talk about anxiety (via cyanide-and-arsenic)
when people have self-harmed…
- dont yell at them
- dont say you’re disappointed in them
- dont say “cheer up” and expect anything out of that
- dont ignore them
- fucking talk to them and just be there for them
- listen to them
- but seriously don’t fucking yell at them
let’s get this straight
it is not romantic to persistently pursue someone after they have refused you
please help me
never, ever, tell me that “it doesn’t matter.”
because if it was enough to make you cry
if it hurt you that much
then it does matter
never think that you are insignifcant
or that your problems aren’t important
because you matter
And I break down.
i’m the type of person who will miss you to death but won’t do anything about it because i don’t want to seem like the desperate one
dating me means dating my anxiety and my random spouts of depression it means dating my panic attacks at 11pm or 2 am or 5am or anytime of the day for that matter it means dating my mood swings where i get really upset over everything about me and all my insecurities and how i’m not good enough because i’m never good enough
- even if you are unwell, you have to eat
- even if you haven’t left the house all day, you have to eat
- even if you are going to bed early, you have to eat
- even if you woke up late, you have to eat
- even if you haven’t exercised at all, you still have to eat