We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.
Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.
Maya Angelou (via larmoyante)
This is exactly how my brain works.
Having an anxiety disorder is like that moment where your chair almost tips or you miss a step going down the stairs but it never stops
i’m genuinely concerned that no one will fall in love with me