jessicacabot:

reblogging this especially for the last one. 

I don’t usually write on here, and don’t really have any followers which is probably a good thing. I just have some thoughts I need to get out. I just sort of realized last night that my whole life is dominated by fear. I’m afraid of people, what they think of me, I’m afraid of talking to anyone. I’m afraid of saying something stupid or worse not knowing what to say. I’m afraid to say hello. I’m afraid my nervous twitch when someone  looks at me will be noticed which I constantly fight against. I’m afraid of girls, I’m afraid of being seen. I’m afraid of being laughed at, being made a fool of. I’m afraid of gaining weight. I’m afraid of losing the few people that actually love me. I’m afraid of school and jobs, I’m afraid of failure. I’m afraid of my health, which has never liked me and what it will do to me. I’m really fucking afraid of spiders but that one is totally justified. I’m afraid of putting myself out there. I’m afraid of making friend, commitments, letting people down and being let down, I’m afraid of being alone. I’m afraid of my dad. I’m afraid of poverty. I’m afraid of my brain, I’m afraid of my temper. It’s funny cause despite the fear that is such a huge part of my life, I’ve never considered myself a coward. I’d like to say writing this will make me carpe some diem and figure shit out, but I’m just afraid

bamboomuncher:

brosetta-stone:

You gotta feel for huskies living in tropic zones.

let me love you

cuteeee

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teatray-inthesky:

omg.

magicmumu:

lesbriela:

agoodpaganwife:

ashenauspices:

gothgirlsgotogivenchy:

tylojoe:

I. just. can’t..

OH MY GOD THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY

That’s right. Because deep down you know that you deserve to be punished. Don’t you, poor people?

Can’t be unseen.

romney is umbridge’s squib brother

That last comment, oh god

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lifeisabsurd:

Fuck. This. (Taken with Instagram)

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jessicacabot:

Happy Father’s Day pt. 2

slaughterhouse90210:

“Maybe he was dead and this island was purgatory from which he could only watch the souls of the more deserving go shuttling past to their various Edens. What is death, after all, but a cessation of involvement with the world, a departure from those you love, and those who love you?”
― Anthony Doerr, About Grace

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