The worst part of anxiety is the nagging dread in the pit of my stomach that something’s wrong. Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong. I keep waiting for something bad to happen. I don’t know why this feeling is back with a vengeance right now but god, I wish it would go away.
How are cats even real…
How do creatures this adorable and ridiculous exist in the world O.O
TRIES TO BITE THE THING
tell me boy meets world wasn’t brilliant
s o b b i n g
Every day I struggle between “I wanna look good naked” and “treat yo self.”