Po’ Boys in New Orleansssss.
«fuck pills. I’m thankful that I have them rather than me tearing at my skin and praying for a miracle (which is what I did for all of 2005-2007), but… fuck pills.
when I say “praying for a miracle”, by the way, I mean “praying for a miracle while smoking as much pot as I can afford” because pot and Tori’s music, quite literally, were the only things that kept me alive in that period.
I wasn’t suicidal—I didn’t want to die—but I was desperate enough from my raging anxiety problems that I wasn’t bothered by the idea of doing something stupid that could ruin or end my life.»
this guy in my class said his brother lost his wallet in Canada and someone shipped it back with souvenirs
I honestly think people forget that the church and state are supposed to be separate. Give me one non-religious reason against same sex marriage. One non-religious reason against stem cell research. One non-religious reason against safe abortions. Go ahead.
I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOREVER THIS IS LITERALLY LIKE MY GO TO ARGUMENT FOR EVERYTHING
You know when a fast angry song comes on that you know every word to and you’re in just the right mood that your eyes light up with the fire and angst of a thousand punk rockers and you just feel so alive
please love celebrities without invading their privacy please love them as people and respect them please love them but don’t feel entitled to them or their life they are not yours they are theirs
These are some techniques I use when I’m having a panic attack.
I’m no expert, but they seem to help me out, so maybe they’ll help you out too.
Just seeing this makes me want to cry.
When did my life start feeling like it was more than I can handle?
The worst kind of writer’s block is the kind where you know what’s going to happen and how it’s going to happen and everything other single detail but for fuck’s sake, it won’t turn into words.