"Denny’s is not a place you go to—it’s a place you end up."

—My therapist, while we had our session in a quiet corner in Denny’s.
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Call It Off - Sick Tegan Version
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"I know I’m jumping around a bit- I apologize; it’s the drugs" 

Tegans sick voice sounds more emotional with the breaking. Oddly perfect timing and how I came across this just now.

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"The hardest thing is not talking to someone you used to talk to everyday."

—(via psych-facts)
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Anonymous said:
im 50% concerned for your health and 50% irritated at your hypocrisy (no offense). tbh I'm just wondering what gives you the right to judge folks who smoke weed/do cocaine/lsd. if you can go from having negative feelings about smokers to becoming a smoker, then maybe you shouldn't judge other people for choices they make- which maybe they don't even approve of themselves- possibly in response to a difficult transition/traumatizing event in their life. (similar to your stress-smoking)??

That’s what I figured you were getting at in your second message. I omitted it in the last response, since I didn’t think it was necessary; that although I said in the past I didn’t approve of drug abuse, that never meant I judged the people who did. Maybe I said that before (if I did wtf is wrong with past me. I’d be irritated too lmao) but opinions change and if you asked me again if I judge people who do drugs, I would say no. I would amend it to saying I’m just not a fan of that activity and I don’t have plans to do drugs personally. I know people who do drugs and they’re fantastic *shrugs*

I realize that my opinion on smoking before makes me a hypocrite now, yes. I can admit when I do something wrong or if I become hypocritical. I came to terms with that. I think what also needs to be understood, is that opinions change over time. The last time I mentioned anything about smoking or drugs was months ago. Fast forward to now, my opinion is different because I’m still learning. I apologize for not documenting the transformation of my opinions and updating any belief changes on tumblr for my followers. I didn’t think it would be necessary for me to rectify opinions on my tumblr if they changed 8|

I’m only a hypocrite if someone holds knowledge of an outdated opinion and tries to hold me to it at a future date. My best example of what I mean by that was when I was five years old, I was homophobic. Now I’m almost 19 and I’m a gay ass gal. Am I hypocrite for it? No—I just grew up and became more knowledgeable through life experience and self discovery. That, and how I feel about the color orange. One day I hate it and the next I think it’s okay hah.

Oh and thank you for being concerned for my health! You’re a pal.

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some korra stream doodles

I apologize for the lower left one 

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■ same;  

I’m borderline in tears my favorite little orchestra buddy from high school just texted me saying she missed me and that they’re playing a Frozen piece and I’m so glad I’m literally symbiotic with that movie.

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This is so liberating, whenever I feel bad about myself and how I don’t “fit” I should look at this.

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Steal Her Look: Dancing Emoji

Marchesa silk gazar gown ($6,950)

Casadei pumps ($1,300)

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■ me;  soulhomo;  
"You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness."

I really needed to hear that right now. (via sassyfag)
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■ personal;  evon;  sara;  

You still have the power to upset me. Isn’t that fun for you to hear? It’s all you did when you were around me so why not keep up what we’re obviously so good at, right?

I don’t get it. We’re nothing to each other anymore. You’re barely in my life. I’m barely in yours. And yet for some reason, everything you do makes me upset.

It stems from disappointment. It’s like you’re a big poster for all my hopes and dreams and my vulnerability and the way I wanted us to be perfect. You’re a walking, talking sign that says, “Hey! Remember that time you were stupid?” Because I trusted you and I let you in and you didn’t live up to that. And now we’re apart and you’re just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and all my quirks and flaws and it doesn’t make sense.

You scatter. You go across the globe or cling to someone new but I existed, we existed, I was there. You don’t mean to upset me and I wish, more than anything, that I wasn’t at your mercy. Don’t you think I’d like to go on with my life? Don’t you think I want to look at pictures of you and feel like I’m looking at a piece of furniture or a leaf or something else foreign and unemotional? Of course I do. I don’t want to be upset.

I wish we could go back to before we met. You were innocuous then. Just another face in a sea of faces. We met several times and I never remembered you. Did you know that? You probably do, because you introduced yourself to me again and again. I don’t remember what it was like not to know you from Adam. I don’t remember when your face evoked nothing in me. It seems like I was a different person then — freer maybe. I saw a poster in an art museum in Spain this summer that said, “I march in the parade of liberty, but as long as I love you, I am not free.” I sent you a picture of it because it reminded me of you. At the time, I didn’t know how sinister that really was.

You used to have no power over me. You were just a person I saw around. And then you changed, almost overnight. And I loved you. If someone had told me a year ago that you would occupy a heavy space in my chest (heart?) so deep and so painful that I’d feel like I swallowed an anvil, I would not have believed them. “Them?” I would have said. “I barely think about them. I don’t even know them.”


That’s what we should be now. What we are now. (Let’s be honest. We were strangers when we were together too.) And all those nights I comforted you and listened to you and begged you to let me in, thinking I could help you or I could change you, that I would be “the one,” well, they’ve left me upset. Trigger-happy upset. Like I have vertigo and I can’t get upright again.

I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished. I don’t want to speak about you in snippets or think about how I behaved. Or know that I still think about it. Or know that you’re not just a lamp or a blade of grass, indistinguishable from the rest.

“As long as I love you, I am not free,” I sent to you, thinking I was being cute. And it was woeful foreshadowing.

And now, I want to be free.


gaby dunn, thought catalog (via tensive)
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■ ah;  words;  



Amidst the talk about iPhone bending, I can’t help but to laugh X’D


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■ oh my god;  
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I’m mad I couldn’t find the pumpkin while swiping viciously on my phone.

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■ Evon;  

Wait I feel like I need to clarify to that anon who seems to be concerned for my health. Or they just are very curious???

I put yes to smoking but understand that I mainly use an e-cig (they’re so much cheaper ;;;) and vape pens, and I’ve done extensive research about the oils and their effects and how the body reacts to it 8| but I mean I’ve definitely bought a pack before. Okbai

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