The most powerful thing about my anxiety
The thing which resonates in my
Is my constant hope
To all the anxiety stricken we are blessed with the passion for life, we might be scared, worried, conflicted, panicked, stricken down but we get up
Upside down in each pack
But I hate that people notice
When you gain three pounds,
But not when you buy a new hat.
I’ve been told that the way I sleep
With one leg draped over
The person lying next to me
But I think it’s annoying
When people tell me
I look pretty,
But only when I paint my face.
I’ve heard that old men
Like to touch the girls who work late at bars,
But I want to know
Why they never kiss the women they married
fourty-two years ago.
I’ve noticed that mothers teach their daughters
That it’s rude to refuse a hug
From an uncle they’ve met three times,
But forget to teach them
That they aren’t obliged to kiss
The boy who paid for dinner.
we’re all like this weird combination of wade and sheen
With a dash of Vicky
And that vacuum that eats all the mother fucking food
and also that dude Spencer from iCarly
And a pinch of Oliver Oken
and a lot of Eric Foreman
aw so cute n___n
petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.