I'm Loveleen. I'm a part of a lot of fandoms, so I won't bother listing them out. But I do suffer from agonizing feels everyday. You know what the worst part is? There is no cure to this madness.
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22
May
- smile until jaw feels like breaking
- make seizure-like body movements
- make random hand gestures
- if alone, scream loudly
- if not alone, scream internally
- if doesn’t care, scream anyway
- run around the house then back
- weep
- weep but don’t let tears fall
- make some ugly noises that are actually supposed to sound happy
- hug something
- claw something
- pull hair
- sigh
- try saying something but turns out incoherent no matter what
- just shake head if unsure of what to exactly do
if you wanna be my lover, you gotta watch doctor who
you also should watch sherlock
supernatural toooo-oooo
(Source: kingsstark)
i hate when a teacher is genuinely funny and i’m the only one in the entire classroom that laughs at their jokes since everybody i go to school with are distasteful heathens
Let me explain you a thing.
When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.
I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.
The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:
“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:
“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.
“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.
Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
Conversation over.The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
No, stop.People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
done it?I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”No one, none of us know who we are anymore.
so obviously this is funny because it’s so ridiculous because this would basically never happen
and I can’t believe we live in a world where this scenario is so unlikely that it’s a joke
(Source: molemaninthemorning)
Trendy Cafe Serves Kitties With Every Cup
A new coffee shop in Sydney, Australia has a signature gimmick that cat lovers will enjoy. Every purchase comes with a purring kitty to keep you company while you sip.
“Cats are proven to calm nerves and create a restful atmosphere,” says Ralphie Hazelip, co-owner of The Purrfect Cup. “That’s exactly the mood we want to create. So far, customers love it.”
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why do we call periods “periods” when we can call them something cooler like “bloodstain fever”
or ”the crimson horror”
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