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"you can't cure anxiety; it's all in your head. you just need to get over it."
"this girl has anxiety but look she's got all those tattoos, all tatted up."
fuck everyone. i fucking hate how my parents are so... so.
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so. apparently we're going to Barcelona tomorrow ( Read more... ) -
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i feel bad. been sitting around moping and wondering if i should even bother going to see my therapist when she texts me and explains she's had pneumonia.
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london, you are the love of my life and i am sorry i ever left you. forgive me, sweetheart.
(you always do.)
additionally: tinker tailor soldier spy.
damn benedict cumberbatch and his weak chin and fucking silver eyes. unbelievable -
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i don't know if i'm terrified of you or terrified of the way you make me feel.
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i fight so hard to make myself not care, because i'm so tired of having my heart broken.
but the truth of it is that i care too much and it's sick how much i would give to lose that part of myself.
i would adopt every numbing vice in the world if i wasn't so terrified of being weak and dependant on something. -
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i had a dream i was playing softball in a garage with Abby. she was up to bat. she looked just like i remember at 10 years old, but i was the bigger one now. 20 and too tall and adult. she didn't even recognize me, but i knew it was her. some adult was pitching over hand and too fast for any of the kids to hit. Mr. Hulka was there, watching the ( Read more... ) -
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things i can simply not get enough of right now:
one ) sherlock
two ) beyonce's "countdownbasically, if you don't watch bbc's modern adaptation of sherlock holmes lovingly put together by moffat and gatiss, then you should start immediately. i'm pretty sure it's on netflix instant streaming for those of you that actually have netflix ( Read more... ) -
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maybe one day i will build a quiet little british life for myself and be the eccentric writer that lives in a flat by himself, redheaded and babyfaced and with his cats, wearing old sweaters from the 70's that are sizes too big, and publishing collections of letters he never sent. he visits the brit mu daily and stands before the elgin marbles, ( Read more... )