“Daddy, I’m a faerie today! Do you like my wings? They’re nice and pink and pretty.” *giggle*
“Yes, Daddy very much likes your wings, and today you will be my sluttly little faerie. How does that sound little girl?”
*blushes shyly* That sounds good, Daddy. *grins and crouches down*
Oh, such a good little girl, and faerie you are my precious one.
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want to go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
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| — | Elay Neal Moses (via icarusambition) |
There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.
One of the most accurate depictions of a panic attack that I’ve ever seen.
Thank you. Just thank you. Far too many people don’t seem to grasp the concept of what a panic attack actually is. Getting upset is not a panic attack. This is.
this is actually really accurate, especially the feelings of not really being there. i cannot concentrate when i’m having an anxiety attack, i can only concentrate on the anxiety itself. I had an panic attack yesterday and i can’t remember anything of what anybody was actually saying to me during that time, its like being in a tunnel and everyone else is shouting at you from the other end.
The perfect illustration that displays a panic attack. I hate when students joke that they’re experiencing a panic attack when they’re only normally stressed about the situation. They don’t feel like a boulder is crushing your chest nor do they feel like they’re about to die any second.
Same same same same same same same same
People always say that when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that’s not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.
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| — | Jodi Picoult (via psych-facts) |
