1. knitmeapony:

    Sort of Incorrect Les Miserables Lyrics — You’re the One That I Want

    No, that looks right to me.

    Reblogged from: thekryptoknight
  2. Reblogged from: poemsofthequiet
  3. firedanceryote:

    kimievii:

    justlookingforthespnfandom:

    ullarin:

    kijikun:

    fiftyshadesof-ofmiceandmen:

    ask-rainy-water-princess:

    genocidershodan:

    lemonteaflower:

    anxiety.

    Or, you know, you could just stop saying sorry.

    I take it you don’t have anxiety.

    You can’t “just stop saying sorry”. You do something, something so little, like accidentally bump into someone. You feel horrible about it. Your brain starts panicking and you have trouble trying to breathe. You stutter an apology. They say it’s okay, but you accidentally do it again, and you apologize again. They just say “Aha, you can stop saying sorry.” And you feel horrible that you’ve probably made them angry or upset, so you mutter out an apology for the third stupid time, and they just say to stop saying sorry. Stop saying sorry. 

    You can’t just tell someone to stop saying you’re sorry.

    I want that comment on flyers so I can hang them in my school

    reblogging this one for the GOOD commentary.

    If you’re going to tell someone to stop saying sorry say, “You don’t have to apologize to me.” and smile. If they say sorry again just say, “You’re fine.” and keep smiling and move on. The faster the situation is resolved the faster the person with anxiety can start to calm down. Please don’t get angry at someone for saying sorry, sometimes that’s all the person feels like they can do.

    I’ve always been really bad about this and as a kid I’d always do it around my parents and my mom would always say “STOP SAYING YOURE SORRY.” thank you to the helpful comment.

    What I wish some people would comprehend better is that, we just want to apologize because we think it’s a natural thing to do, but then you hear “Stop saying you’re sorry!” and you can feel anger in the voice. You feel bad because you realize you disappointed someone again for not being able to function properly, for having low self-esteem and confidence from your past experiences in life. You failed again, you made someone annoyed at you again when you meant no harm. You feel like shit again. It’s a vicious cycle. When you’re depressed and when you have anxiety, you’re in these vicious cycles, and it’s so hard to get out of them. Because people want to avoid you, because people gets easily annoyed by the way you are even though you try your hardest to be okay, to act like you’re okay so other people won’t feel bad being around you… But they’re mad, or upset and you end up feeling even guiltier than you already were. It’s a never ending cycle. And let me tell you, it takes a lot of mental strength and time to get out of this loop.

    This!!!!

    <3

    Reblogged from: adventuresofastudentteacher
  4. no one can convince me paul rudd was not one of the best reasons for watching the later seasons of “friends.”

    Reblogged from: princesconsuela
  5. thebloggerbloggerfun:

teafortrouble:

eteo:

fall-for-nothing:

trickster-eridan:

buttpilgrim:

scientificperfection:

kittiesinthemorning:

I just don’t understand how this happened. But here’s a picture of a lemon from my backyard

WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK

when life gives yoǘ̻̬͓͎̣̟̩̦͢ ͪ̂̀̆҉̳̘̝̺̀l͇̬̹̞̻̥͕̥̗̒̎ͩ̋ͥ͆e͙̭̭̠̣̠̊́ͩ̂̓̀ṃ̛̍̂͛̈̏o̠̪̪ͤ͗͘n̵͉̣ͭͧ̿ͧ͛̀s̷̠͑ͬͫͦ̅͡ ̸͐ͤ͘҉̦̺M̰̹͙͇ͮ̉ͫͅȦ̻̔̅̇̑ͭ͛͋͘K̠̻̫̤̇̀ͥE͂ͪ͏̱̤͚͕ ̞͔̜̬̑ͯ͑͢ͅŞ͔̦̩̳̣̖ͮ͊ͨA͈̓͂̈́̀̀̚͘C̡̠̟͉ͪ͆̔ͤ͂ͪR̬͙͕ͪ̀͠Ĩ̵̖͚̑̊̓́F͎͕̄Iͬͧ̀̂̑ͪ͟͏̴̪̤ͅC̢̰̝͓̗͛ͬ̔̍̓́́̚̚Ḙ̶̠̰̳̩̳̊ͭͮ̇̇̚̕S̻͖̣̰̒̈͟

it’s back

Satan lemon

every villain is lemons

And finally, dear listeners, a reminder; several concerned citizens have brought to the city’s attention an irregularity surrounding this summer’s citrus harvest. City council would like to remind all enterprising fruit pickers to exercise reasonable caution when acquiring these fruits. Grasp the fruit firmly around its circumference, pull slowly but steadily to avoid damaging the tree, and under no circumstances heed its demands of you. Do not acknowledge or obey the depraved whisperings of the demon fruit.

And now: The Weather.

    thebloggerbloggerfun:

    teafortrouble:

    eteo:

    fall-for-nothing:

    trickster-eridan:

    buttpilgrim:

    scientificperfection:

    kittiesinthemorning:

    I just don’t understand how this happened. But here’s a picture of a lemon from my backyard

    WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK

    when life gives yoǘ̻̬͓͎̣̟̩̦͢ ͪ̂̀̆҉̳̘̝̺̀l͇̬̹̞̻̥͕̥̗̒̎ͩ̋ͥ͆e͙̭̭̠̣̠̊́ͩ̂̓̀ṃ̛̍̂͛̈̏o̠̪̪ͤ͗͘n̵͉̣ͭͧ̿ͧ͛̀s̷̠͑ͬͫͦ̅͡ ̸͐ͤ͘҉̦̺M̰̹͙͇ͮ̉ͫͅȦ̻̔̅̇̑ͭ͛͋͘K̠̻̫̤̇̀ͥE͂ͪ͏̱̤͚͕ ̞͔̜̬̑ͯ͑͢ͅŞ͔̦̩̳̣̖ͮ͊ͨA͈̓͂̈́̀̀̚͘C̡̠̟͉ͪ͆̔ͤ͂ͪR̬͙͕ͪ̀͠Ĩ̵̖͚̑̊̓́F͎͕̄Iͬͧ̀̂̑ͪ͟͏̴̪̤ͅC̢̰̝͓̗͛ͬ̔̍̓́́̚̚Ḙ̶̠̰̳̩̳̊ͭͮ̇̇̚̕S̻͖̣̰̒̈͟

    it’s back

    Satan lemon

    every villain is lemons

    And finally, dear listeners, a reminder; several concerned citizens have brought to the city’s attention an irregularity surrounding this summer’s citrus harvest. City council would like to remind all enterprising fruit pickers to exercise reasonable caution when acquiring these fruits. Grasp the fruit firmly around its circumference, pull slowly but steadily to avoid damaging the tree, and under no circumstances heed its demands of you. Do not acknowledge or obey the depraved whisperings of the demon fruit.

    And now: The Weather.

    Reblogged from: thoughtcrossfire
  6. positivedoodles:

“Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.” - The Road, Cormack McCarthy

hmm&#8230;i feel like this font is a bit off for the aesthetic of mccarthy&#8217;s novel&#8230; that said, it was such a gorgeous read and this is such a great quote i can&#8217;t resist.

    positivedoodles:

    “Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.” - The Road, Cormack McCarthy

    hmm…i feel like this font is a bit off for the aesthetic of mccarthy’s novel… that said, it was such a gorgeous read and this is such a great quote i can’t resist.

    Reblogged from: positivedoodles
  7. ceziiilia:

ignoremoi-saranghae on We Heart It.

    ceziiilia:

    ignoremoi-saranghae on We Heart It.

    Reblogged from: englishmajorinrepair
  8. She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims.
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things  (via middecember)
    Reblogged from: birthmark-poetry
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