The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry
Oh, man. They’re advertising their glasses for men the way anything ever is advertised for women. I’m not sure whether to be aroused, annoyed, or pleased.
Men in glasses will forever be my weakness.
double major in overthinking and worry, minor in night crying
I FEEL SO OBLIGATED TO NORMAL BLOGGING RIGHT NOW BUT THE TRUTH IS
- MY BLOOD IS PACIFIC RIM
- THE AIR I BREATHE IS PACIFIC RIM
- THE AIR I EXHALE IS PACIFIC RIM
- EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING IS PACIFIC RIM
- UNTIL APRIL 7TH 2017 MY FOOD AND DRINKS WILL BE PACIFIC RIM
- EVERYTHING IS PACIFIC RIM
I keep telling myself that i won’t do any art this week because of my final. And then this happens. D:
If this isn’t an entrance to a fairy world then I don’t know what is…
Fairy Glen, Isle of Skye, Scotland, April 2014
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