Love and Other Pretty Things


my writing style could best be described as “probably more commas than is entirely necessary”

(via thatgirlmame)

My anxiety right now is through the roof.

Sometimes I feel like I worked so hard to get rid of my destructive coping mechanisms, but now what do I have left? I can usually use insight and logic to help myself with depression, but right now I have nothing. Logic just seems to make everything worse in this exact moment. I realize that for anxiety I’ve gotten really used to utilizing another person to ground me. I think that is mainly why I miss my last boy so much, why the end of that relationship was particularly hard. He was always there for me as a strong and calming force. Even in the beginning when I had anxiety about our first kiss, he held me for a bit and asked for permission because he could tell I was nervous. He never told me my anxiety was bad. He never acted like it was a burden to make a decision for us or to talk me down from whatever neurotic mess I’d worked myself into. I miss the hugs, and cuddling, and handholding. It made me feel safe around him. Like if for some reason I failed, he could fix it. Feeling like I had that safety net helped me feel more confident and secure in my own decisions. I never felt like he judged me. That’s what made him different. I’m afraid I’m not going to find that again.

All I want is to have his arms around me and a kiss on my cheek before falling asleep. All I have are endless tinder dates and the feeling of missing him.

  • Me: I met a boy.
  • Me (two days later): nevermind


"After wrapping Guardians of the Galaxy I was very homesick and I was coming home to my wife and my son, who at the time was 13 months old. My wife told me ‘Hey, listen there’s a chance he may not recognize you and he may be a little shy’ and so I came in there, and he just sat right up and had this big smile on his face. He started saying ‘Daddy, daddy, daddy!’ and I just started to cry. He saw the tears in my eyes and started doing bits to make me laugh and that just made me cry more."

- Chris Pratt on the best day of his life.


(Source: squidward-tenassholes, via fuckiminmytwenties)