But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and I fucking read fanfics til four in the morning again
sometimes im really excited about things and i want to tell everyone but then i remember nobody cares and i just sit there like
to tell or not to tell
This is me on so many levels.
- someone: we finish each other's s-
- me: TEVE ROGERS
- me: this fic fucked me up so bad and i cried for hours
- me: here read it
I hate when you get hit with those random feelings of panic and the nagging sense that something isnt right even though everything around you looks fine and you’re just standing there staring with your heart rate steadily increasing and your hands trembling and you’re so frustrated because you don’t know what’s wrong or what you’re so scared about and man I just really hate that
glasses are so stupid. u wanted to lie on ur side??? fuck off. u wanted a hot drink???? u can’t see shit now bc ur glasses are fogged up. go out in the rain???? tough luck shithead.
wanna wear a mask for a costume? nope. wanna be able to see your legs when you shave in the shower? nope.
Trying on clothes is really hard when you hate yourself. Liking someone is really hard when you hate yourself. Eating is really hard when you hate yourself. Life is really hard when you hate yourself.
*stands to the left of chris evans and starts telling jokes, hoping*
attracted to men sexually, repelled by men emotionally
- Me: ah, yes. Home alone. I can do whatever I want!
- Me: *turns TV up a couple notches*
- Me: *watches YouTube videos without headphones*
- Me: getting crazy up in here