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This reminds me, America’s 45th President is an imbecile

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The Evening News, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, July 28, 1928

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I want to apologise to

- Britney for making fun of her when she had her breakdown

- Monica Lewinski for judging her when she was a 22year old temp sexually assaulted by the most powerful man in the world

- Ke$ha for ever thinking she was trashy when all she wanted to do was make party music

- Kristen Stewart for ever thinking she was dumb when she’s actually one of the coolest people ever

- Megan Fox for ever thinking she was just a slut when actually she was an actress being harassed by her employer. 

- Hating all the women who made a career out of having a hot body. Being is shape is hard, beauty is a weapon and auto promotion is hard work. 

- All the Mary-Sues, who exist because young girls everywhere want to be part of a story they love so much

- All the female characters I ever snobbed because they got in the way of my ship.

- Hating the color pink during my teenage years, when it’s actually a lovely color and what I resented was society’s pressure to perform femininity. 

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The dudes from mythbusters are the ultimate unstoppable force vs immovable object,, every time they interact its just

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Imagine doing this in front of a 14th century peasant

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Follow us @anxietyproblem​

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I’m a Peach

I’m a peach

A ripe peach

Soft to touch

Sweet to taste

Stone pitted

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I was remembered 😊

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write a story about how you became the world’s most powerfull person… by accident.

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You teach at a rundown school. One day an elderly woman gives you the keys to an old bus. She tells you “Take chances. Make mistakes. Get messy.”

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When Did the promise of you Become better than the real thing When Did the idea of us Become more desirable than the touch of each other

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I love you : translation : I would love you : translation: I have the capacity to love you if you would let me

Donte Collins (via wnq-writers)

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I miss you

Like the songbirds on my window ledge

A cold screen between us

You were never mine to miss But I miss you all the same

And all this pain is numbing Lulling me to slumber

Until those dear songbirds

Sing sweetly once again

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A and D

But that is enough I am kind of anxious and I am a little bit depressed But that is enough I am kind of anxious But that is enough My brain makes thoughts too quickly They move so fast I can’t hold in to one long enough before I start stressing over another each thought is something that I have not done that needs to be done by a set time and date or I will fail I will fail horribly and everyone will hate me All are as important as each other But none of them can hold my attention long enough for me to even think coherently about them You can imagine how it was difficult writing this

Because of this default setting my brain has, it starts to organise It alphabatizes, colour codes and puts everything in order from most to least important and how long it will take to do each task on average My brain begins to create a tight schedule I will wake up in the morning and decide what to start to do these tasks and what time I will finish I have planned breaks and lunch times I have a set list of snacks to enjoy while completing these tasks and rewards for when I do I know what I’m eating for lunch And how long it will take me to make and eat it I am organised and this pleases me

I am a little bit depressed But that is enough My body will not move I lay in bed for hours at a time I barley muster the energy to move and go to the bathroom And my thoughts catch on to this They realise what is happening That’s there is no connection from brain to limb In my head I can hear them yelling for my legs to walk for my hands to do to create My brain is working over time on getting me to breath properly My brain gets sick of this My thoughts turn mean They tell me that it’s my fault how I will ultimately fail in life They show me pictures of where I will end up This varies from the bed where I lay now, to a gutter on the street the last image they throw at me is a grave stone It’s pretty They tell me how I will become even more of a disappointment A burden on my family and friends Everyone will hate me This is meant to be motivation to move I continue to lay here My brain yells MOVE My body says I am tired I am so tired

I am tired of trying and failing I am tired not being good enough I am tired of never reaching the expectation set of me

I mean I get by Ask for smile and I can smile as bright as the best of them Sure my eyes are dead but you can’t tell Ask me to cook and create a gourmet meal I may have forgotten some of the ingredients, I’ll beat myself up later Fashion advice? I’m here for you but don’t be surprised when your outfit is just different shades of blue and black

I get by

I am still kind of anxious I still have work to do I am still a little depressed my body still won’t move

In my brain after everything is finally done and dusted (the day before deadline) There are two things left to take care of two letters I had missed from the alphabetized version of my list

A and D

These are big tasks so I move them to a pile that’s titled ‘to deal with later’ I’m not so sure I will ever get to them and they get bigger

I am kind of anxious and I am a little depressed

One day it will not be enough