going back to school after a break is like when you pause a video game to go pee and when you come back you forget how intense and chaotic everything was when you paused it and the second you unpause it all your enemies collectively punch you in the face
(Source: hectorstaco, via angel-with-shotguns)
The amount of questions Bastille asks in their songs really stresses me out
are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?
like idk dan you figure it out
(Source: transposers, via the-mad-shipper)
"Rather than accepted, female bisexuality is “encouraged” on the sole grounds that it be palatable to straight men. Bisexual women are presented in hypersexualized contexts, as sexual objects for the hegemonic straight male gaze, while directly or covertly appealing to a quasi-pornographic fantasy of a (two females and one male) threesome, and while also reassuring us that these women are not really bisexual, but are simply behaving so for the satisfaction of the presumed male spectator."
I remember when I was young I asked my mom where babies come from and she said from the knee. That your knee opens up and the baby comes out. Of course the 7 year old me made perfect sense of that. I accepted it without any more questions, but now that I’m older it seems that even good answers create more questions.
when I was 7 my mom got called into my school because I was going around telling my classmates where babies actually came from.
"Anxiety-prone people are often born with a predisposition to be more emotionally reactive or volatile. Yet they often grow up in families where obtaining parental approval takes precedence over expressing their needs and feelings. As adults, they still feel it is more important to attain perfection or always be pleasing than to express strong feelings. This tendency to deny deep emotions can lead to a chronic state of tension and anxiety."
The Anxiety and Phobia Workbook - Edmund J. Bourne, Ph. D. (via lalondes