homestuckplatypus:

1. My parents discussed me failing math in front of EVERYONE. Like, why the fuck did they have to do that? I told them I was working on it.
2. I saw and got to hang out with the guy I like. This was the only good part about my day, but it managed to make this day survivable.
3. This one girl…

Scary how similar this is to my life, omg.

t0-be-scared-by-an-owl:

Holy shit I can actually start a conversation with someone. I’m slowly but surly getting over my social anxiety.

See you on the other side.

I hate therapy.

  • I go to therapy for the social anxiety disorder that I have. I hate it so much. I only have two sessions left but I don't think I can do it anymore it just gives me more anxiety and every time I go I feel nauseous i hate talking to someone about this stuff and especially not her. Does anyone have any advice? I can't do it anymore, please help : / I'm also worried about the guilt from quitting because I will feel the guilt terribly.

BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT

liqiuid:

If you reblog this before June 1 2014, I will write your URL down and stick it in a jar or whatever. Over the summer I will take the jar of URL’s and I will scatter them around. They may get taped to public loos, they may be thrown into crowds at festivals, or they may get put under napkins at restaurants.

Some one may find your URL, and who knows, they could message you telling you where they found it. 

You have until June 1 to reblog. 

(via ask-reyna-of-the-romans)

How does this not have more likes?!

DEAR RICK RIORDAN,

yergonnahaveabadtime:

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Sincerely,

a Leyna shipper

automaticwoman:

Should I watch Les Miserables?

YES!! *_*

“Alone.
I was alone.
I was sitting under a tree alone,
forced to watch the others,
by my own fault.
I can not talk,
for my fear overwhelms my scattered mind.
They were experiencing varieties of enjoyment:
“Fun”
My eyes wandered- with longing.
But not towards them.
Towards him.
The boy with brown eyes.
At the bottom of the hill he stood,
and forever will he stay.
Lost.
But does not know,
that she is watching.
The invisible girl.
At the top of the hill she sat,
and forever will she stay.
Confused.
Because how can you care for someone,
that does not know you exist?
My feelings ripped me apart, shattered me.
But no one knew, I was broken.
His eyes searched the hill,
finding nothing important.
Nothing of use.
I looked at the endless sky.
I was not surprised.
After all,
Who would care to notice,
the broken girl under the tree.”
— V

You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. But I just wanted to say that I think you’re brave for being able to tell her in the first place. I can’t even talk to my own parents about it. Not everyone will understand- Stay strong :)

hehe-i-just-changed-this:

i just told my mom that i have petrifying social anxiety and she lectured me aboout how im making things up and how  i am just trying to embares her i really think im done i cant do this any more

richwhiteboys:

im not denying the existence of social anxiety but if u seriously have issues buying something bc ur scared of the cashier u either need to develop some life skills or seek help

It’s not that easy. I’m assuming you don’t have social anxiety, and are not a therapist with expertise in this area. Thanks for your opinion, but it really makes us feel like shit.