In a spirit of mutinous resistance, she climbed the steep glassy slope to the bridge, and when she stood on the drivway, she decided she would stay there and wait until something significant happened to her. This was the challenge she was putting to existence-she would not stir, not for dinner, not even for her mother calling her in. She would simply wait on the bridge, calm and obstinate, until events, real events, not her own fantasies, rose to her challenge, and dispelled her insignificance.
I'm sad sometimes, but I'm working on it. My blog changes with my mood. If you have a question or a problem, or just want to say hello, my ask box is always open.
I'm sad sometimes, but I'm working on it. My blog changes with my mood. If you have a question or a problem, or just want to say hello, my ask box is always open.
She’s really proud of herself. She rolled this out and then sat on it, admiring it, for a really long time.
(via tastefullyoffensive)
if you are actually stupid enough to make fun of someone’s social anxiety, or any mental illness in general, or tell them they’re lying and that they are perfectly fine while they sit there shaking and trying not to cry because they don’t know how to handle a situation, I most likely hate you and you should just get the fuck out.
(via travelingbythoughts)
