Apr
16
2014
Quote of the day

There is a German satellite falling to Earth. She says, “What if it hits me?”

Welcome to Anxiety Group. The kingdom of the sweaty palm and the jiggling leg where the women wrap themselves up tight, where the men bite nails ‘til blood. We are the magnifiers of molehills. We are the princes of panic, the ambassadors of anguish. There is no pride here.

We lack the discipline of the eating disorder group, lack the self-righteousness of bereavement group, and we’re not as fun as procrastinators anonymous.

Nobody wants to be here.

Me? I don’t sleep. can’t sleep. I make insomnia look professional. Make your tossing and turning look like afternoon hiccups. The longest I’ve gone is nine days, went literally insane. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture, you know, and I do this to myself.

Melatonin makes me sad, Benadryl is for amateurs, Hypnotics turn off the lights too quickly, and weed makes me crazy. Diazepam, Lorazepam, Bromazepam, Alprazolam. Klonopin is the only thing that works and they’re weaning me off it, so like a baby forced to remove breast from mouth, take bottle instead, I got sent to Anxiety Group.

And apparently, we’re all going to die. Because while the girl to my left worries that the satellite will hit her, the woman to my right worries that it will hit a nuclear power plant and then we’re all fucked. My father says: ‘Only rich people go to therapy, poor people got shit to do’, and yet here I am in this lifeboat, surrounded by eight of the most beautiful, crazy ass motherfuckers the world has ever seen.

‘What if it’s not just a mole? What if it’s a flesh-eating virus?’ ‘What if I fail at life?’ ‘But what if it really is the rapture this time?’ ‘What if they hit us again?’ ‘What if I wake one morning to see planes of scraping skies again?’ ‘What if it’s me this time?’ and I think, wow, it must be exhausting to want to live this much.

Fuck the depressives. Fuck the body image meditation group. Fuck sex addicts anonymous. Give me your tired, your poor, your anxious, your huddled masses yearning to breathe deeply and count to ten.

Give me this collection of blurted confessions of psychosomatic itch of twitch, and tick, and stutter, and sweat. Give me these weak-kneed, jumpy-ass, too much saliva, break out in hives, awkward stomach, hair falling out, chewing lips, restless leg, pounding heart bastards any day of the week.

These people who fight through every day like fucking gladiators who fight demons worse than you, and I can dream of, just because they want so badly to live. To hold on. To love. Because you can’t be this afraid of losing everything if you don’t love everything first, because you have to have a soul-crushing hope that things will get better to be this afraid of missing it.

- Catalina Ferro, Anxiety Group (via twentysixscribbles)

(via queerly-it-is)

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Apr
13
2014
Photo of the day

#Sunday #walk around #Nydalasjön

#Sunday #walk around #Nydalasjön

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Apr
8
2014
Photo of the day

Purple smoothie #nomnomnom #goodmorning

Purple smoothie #nomnomnom #goodmorning

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Apr
5
2014
Photo of the day

Saturday downtown

Saturday downtown

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Mar
26
2014
Video of the day

lebornaciar:

gods for the modern agethe mórrígan

stud your jackets and paint your nails, carry weapons and never let them tear you down. wear fashion like armour. wear makeup like war paint. tattoo your death omens onto your chest. walk like you own the world, because darling, you do, and every day is a battleground.

(via brbshittoavenge)

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Mar
26
2014
Photo of the day

New shoes and Winter Soldier. Good night all around :)

New shoes and Winter Soldier. Good night all around :)

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Mar
14
2014
Photo of the day

Sunrise over boyfriend.

Sunrise over boyfriend.

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Mar
11
2014
Photo of the day

New #wallpaper for the parents living room.

New #wallpaper for the parents living room.

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Mar
5
2014
Video of the day

neoliberalismkills:

drawspoopymisha:

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I WAS SO HOPING THAT WAS THE REACTION GIF AND IT WAS, PERFECT

There is something weirdly cathartic about watching Kirk act out while I sit quietly in my chair stewing in my own stuff…

(Source: ssk-analogmedium, via craftastrophies)

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Mar
1
2014
Video of the day

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

micthemicrophone:

ladyelayne:

gallifreygirl1024:

thecosmicfootprint:

ydrill:

The infinite patience of dogs.

WHY IS THE THING NOT FEARING ME. THERE SHOULD BE A BUTTON FOR THESE THINGS. I FIND BUTTON.

Man, I give it to the AKita with the black kitten … this is too cute

Big woofs, tiny meows.

DOG

DOG I CUDDLE YOUR HEAD NOW

RAWWWWWRRRRRRR

KITTEH CUDDLE POUNCE

GONNA GIVE YOU ALL THE CUDDLES

(via moniquill)

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