Just a friendly reminder: being racist, sexist, or promoting other ignorant stereotypes as the basis for “joking” only encourages these irrational generalizations to continue polluting our collective psyche. If you have to spend the energy resorting to nonsensical hate speech and vapid pop culture references to gather approval from your peers, rather than providing insight that actually showcases your competence, you should probably be questioning what the foundations of those relationships are and why you can justify wasting your precious, fleeting time like that.
I don’t give a HECK if Mamma Mia! Here I Go Again (2018) is a GARBAGE rehash of the first film I’m gonna be in the theater singing Abba like I live in Greece and having the TIME of my LIFE
" All I fucking want to do is hold you and make sure that you’re doing okay and that you’re dealing with things in a safe and healthy way because I honestly don’t know what I would do if something were to happen to you. I care so fucking much about you and your feelings and it kills me knowing you’re not okay. "
-Texts I will type and stare at for hours but never send. (via seriously-satan)
" So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. "
" My biggest fear is of failure.
Failure to succeed, failure to love, failure to do enough, failure to write enough, failure to set goals, failure to achieve goals, failure to find home, failure to make amends, failure to forgive, failure to forget, failure to live in moments, failure to recognize the good moments, failure to cherish, failure to experience.
Failure, in general though.
I am utterly consumed by the fear that nothing I do will be enough.
I am so fearful, that nothing I ever do feels like enough.
Like- you know how when you’re afraid of something like spiders, you’re paranoid that you’ll encounter them all the time, everywhere?
That’s me- perpetually paranoid that everything I’m doing is a failure of some sort.
And I know, I have nothing to really be afraid of.
After all, 99% of the time, the spiders (and failures) aren’t really there.
99% of the time, I’m not failing to achieve my goals. Instead, 99% of the time, I’m failing to see my own successes.
But man, I’m so damn paranoid,
that everything I do- never feels like enough.
Not in life, not in relationships, not even in this bit of writing.
My fear controls me,
and though I know I may have the potential to defeat it,
I’m much too afraid to try.
After all,
what if I fail? "
-The Diary of an Overachieving Self Doubter. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)
" Stop checking up on him to see if he’s okay. Because it’s going to hurt when he’s not hurting like you are. Stop looking through your old messages, because you’re going to cry knowing that you won’t get those moments back. He’s already gone, he can’t stay. It’s ended. Say goodbye. "
