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Without deep conversation, my mind becomes restless. I need passion and intellect, it’s a shame that a person often lacks one or the other. (via c0ntemplations)
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I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (via vintageborn)
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You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you. i read this 12 times  (via bodv)
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you give my butterflies…… but not even in a cute way anymore talking to you gives me anxiety and I’m terrified about everything I say I’m so dumb

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youngvlcanoes encourage
The thing about an anxiety disorder is that you know it is stupid. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that it should roll off of you. But that is where the disorder kicks in; Suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest, and trying to escape from under your skin. You know with all of your heart that you’re being ridiculous and you hate every minute of it. The fact that many people don’t recognize or have patience for your illness only makes everything worse. Ten years of experience (via punkasspoet)
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