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Some of my coworkers at the church (one minister and two assistants) are sitting here talking about how they hate cats and the only good cat is a dead cat and how they want to have every cat put down…
I get this quote of the day email, and this was just one I really loved so I wanted to share it with y’all.
“Here lies my wife: here let her lie!
Now she’s at rest – And so am I.”
John Dryden, English poet, literary critic, and playwright (1631-1700) poetic epitaph
Reblogged from lounginglackadaisically
The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.
(Source: toxiccunts)
Reblogged from thoughtsofnothing
Reblogged from ten-roses-in-the-impala
this is social anxiety summed up in two gifs
(Source: ashleybreather)
Reblogged from whattheseabreaksagainst
And I’m just sitting there like,
Reblogged from longlive-the-dying
I feel like I’m addicted to the action of cutting like someone who is addicted to injecting a drug. Addicts often say that it’s not just the high they’re addicted to, it’s the process and action of injecting themselves. They describe watching the blood flowing back into the needle as being as addictive as the high itself. I feel as though I no longer benefit from the high of self harm, but I am addicted to the process and action of cutting my arm (I get no urges to cut anywhere else). I love watching the blood flow and I love holding the razor up to my arm but I HATE actually cutting myself open.
..just a thought.
Reblogged from alinesomething
do you ever just wanna kinda pack up and leave out of the blue without saying anything to anyone like just leave and start a new life thousands of miles away because i think i would love to do that wow
(Source: rodneykong)
