tockthewatchdog:

me: hey can you make dopamine and serotonin

my brain:

somewhatgoodintentions:

“You call me up after not speaking for 13 months only to say I’m glad you’re happy, that’s all I ever wanted for you. How dare you say those words when for years you tormented me and broke me. You knowingly hurt me, you know that I’m now able to breathe fresh air after nothing but the smell of your poisonous gas for years and it’s killing you isn’t it? You know what I am damn happy finally and it’s not because of you or anyone else for that matter, I did this all on my own. I don’t need you anymore and I hope the thought of that breaks your heart.”

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B.L letters I never sent (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

i like this one

(via ocheano)

rosalindfranklinsnotes:

when your therapist says “you wanna know what I think?” and you know you’re about to be read for filth