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I don’t feel this old. I know I am because of how annoyed I get at teenagers and their drama, but it seems like I’m so far behind where I wanted to be in life…
I’m still not sure what I want to so with my life. I’m not sure if I will ever be able to hold a real job. I’m not sure day to day if I’ll be ok or not. I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry about how things are going. I’m not sure about anything I am.
(Source: anxietycat)
Life motto.
He’s over in the Olympian pantheon. All shall worship Dionysus!
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I love cleavers… we should do some sort of interesting thing with a bunch of girls who like different cutting/slashing/chopping objects… *cheshire grin*
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“Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own. In pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken it would be my treasure still; if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a straight waistcoat. Your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me; if you flew at me wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive; I should not shrink from you with disgust, as I did from her. In your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you have me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray for recognition for me.” — Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via acynicalcunt)
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