Laurence Anyways (2012)
Wayne Brady has reached the level of Eternal Scout
How many people have told you that you feel like coming home? I’m sure you’ve been somebody’s shelter, somebody’s summertime, somebody’s everything before you were anything to me.
You don’t remind me of home. You don’t remind me of honeysuckles or fried green tomatoes or twisted ankles. You don’t remind me of running back towards anything.
You are not safe walls to hide behind. You are everything on the other side."
i’m a good cat mom
i’m made of sarcasm and sexual frustration
I wish not to shut down when the heart breaks, but to expand. And I do really feel that this time.
I send you love everyday.
this is my new favourite thing in the world
I’m well aware that being an anxious freak has become a cliche.
I’ll even go as far as to say that it has even become a trend to be “socially awkward”, but for those of us who actually suffer from anxiety, it’s not just a label to subscribe to. It’s an inescapable dark cloud. It’s having your muscles tighten instinctively and tensing up for unexplainable reasons.
It’s wanting to cry out of nowhere and trying to swallow the harsh lump that randomly forms in your throat. It’s trying to ignore the fact that your palms are sweaty for no good reason. It’s not just feeling awkward around people you don’t know. It’s the lingering feeling of loneliness that haunts you even when you’re surrounded by your very best friends. It’s not being able to block out the little annoyances of everyday life; instead, they consume you. It’s being constantly overwhelmed.
It’s feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders and everything is crashing down on you and you’re so helpless.
Needless to say, it’s fucking awful.