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what it is like to live with an anxiety disorder

1. no one ever congratulates you for doing the really difficult things like driving on the freeway or getting out of bed or staying alive 2. every friendship you make is a countdown to the moment when they finally can’t deal with the missed calls and canceled hangouts every friendship is on a timer every friendship expires sooner, not later 3. you hear phrases like “bootstraps” over and over until you wish you had some to hang yourself with 4. you have to learn to simultaneously relax your muscles and move them with determination you have to be in control and you have to let go at the same time it’s enough to drive you into a blubbering mess 5. music is a conduit crying is a conduit your dad calling is a conduit everything becomes a conduit for either having or not having another panic attack 6. you learn to stop making plans because you’ll either disappoint yourself or someone you care about or both 7. you accept all of it 8. you hope someday everyone else can accept it too

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wow I didn’t know fuckin chocolate eggs were gendered

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"hey, what are you carrying that around for?"

"oh, ya know…

Justin case”

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Best backstory. (x)

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A reporter was having her wedding when the quake hit Sichuan today. She went to work immediately. via

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Martin poses sadly with pizza

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so let me get this straight:

y’all bleed outta your vaginas

once a month, your panties look like a fucking murder scene

you are basically giVING BIRTH TO THE FUCKING LINING OF ONE OF YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS

and yet you just go about your daily business like

people with vaginas are fucking badass.

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OUR ART GROUP HAS A CHAT CALLED ‘FUCK BITCHES GET MONET’

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he sees you when you’re sleeping

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The year is 2540, a student in history class notices something off about his textbook. “How come these textbooks skip the years 1990 through 1999?” The teacher puts his air-marker down on the table, lowers his head, and sighs. “Because…” he lifts his head, a single tear rolls down his cheek, “… only 90’s kids remember the 90’s”

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All day this couple ran up to different Batmans yelled son and then dropped to the floor

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