it’s so crazy how the mind works. i know i’m using only 10% of it but i feel like it’s in constant overdrive that i have to be using at least 50% - and mostly on worrying about silly things. Perspective is something hidden in plain sight. It’s there for me to stumble upon - yet i never gain it until i’ve literally walked all around it, made a fool of myself, and exhausted my mental facilities thinking negatively. 

It’s easy to say STOP. stop over thinking. stop thinking negatively. stop worrying. but to do it, so difficult. i constantly have to talk myself out of these mental ruts where i’m whirling myself into a dizzying knot of anxiety. i’ve internalized this for most of my life.. but lately it’s spilled out into my behavior. It’s hard to give examples because they’ll present as simple awkward situations that to me seem like life-ending moments of embarrassment and stress. I don’t even want to think about it, it’s giving me chest pains. but so i find myself sharing these thoughts with my friends, bless their souls, who are persistently talking me off a ledge and towards sanity. But I worry, how long can they tolerate me?!

There I go again. 

i was hoping to not become one of those people who have anxiety listed under their medical history. i fear that it may be late. i have to actively seek perspective and find sources of peace within myself. Maybe I need a change of scenery or begin anew somehow. 


Gracias, @_itzsarah 😘

Gracias, @_itzsarah 😘


I’m so tired of my brain overthinking
I’m so tired of needing someone
I’m so tired of people trying to marry me off
I’m so tired of being overworked and walked all over
I’m so tired of wanting to please everyone
I’m so tired of caring about what other people think
I’m so tired of not being someone I can respect
I’m so tired of that rejected, disappointed feeling in my stomach
I’m so tired of needing to purge these feelings onto here just so I can sleep.


Creep
Radiohead
Pablo Honey

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My followers have finally exceeded my post count! Thank you so much guys. Rock on!

"I want you to notice when I’m not around…
You’re so fucking special,
I wish I was special…

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The fact that Sir Patrick Stewart and Sir Ian Mckellen are best friends in real life makes me so happy

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Versions of Dean

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I found out many versions of Dean in SPN.

Check it out!

Criminal!Dean

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Shapeshifter!Deanimage

1944!Deanimage

ClintEastwood!Deanimage

Demon!Deanimage

Gamer!Deanimage

2014!Deanimage

Comedy!Dean

Ghost-sick!Dean

Father!Dean

Vampire!Deanimage

Agent!Deanimage

Doctor!Deanimage

CSI!Deanimage

Batman!Deanimage

Dean Smithimage

Ghost!Dean

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Pudding!Dean

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Leviathan!Dean

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Your Hand In Mine
Explosions In The Sky
The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place

aww this song. throwback

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Typewriter Series #848 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Typewriter Series #848 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*




Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It’s for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It’s for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don’t see it nearly enough.
Loving From A Distance (via laurenarlene)

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Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road— Only wakes upon the sea.

Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla (via vacilandoelmundo)

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