If I had to, I could clean out my desk in five seconds.
If there is a god, he will have to beg my forgiveness.
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| — | A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner. (via totsunitsfemforca) |
if somebody invented a shirt with a giant pocket in the front they would be millionaires because who wouldnt want to feel like a kangaroo
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Anxiety is a thick fog in your lungs, or a 20 pound weight on your chest. Difficulty breathing, or at least it feels that way. Constant worry, even when there is nothing at all wrong. Examining your life, going over every detail trying to find an excuse for why you’re so anxious, but you never find anything substantial enough to describe your feelings, leaving you with the repeated thought of “what is wrong with me”
