•go to the bathroom to escape
•feel very uncomfortable without a phone or some other crutch
•dwell on a small awkward for much longer than necessary
•never go to any social event without a person that makes you feel comfortable
•follow said person way too much
•worry about the person beginning to find you obnoxious
•faking an illness to get out of a social event
I seriously thought the whole ‘safe person’ thing was just me…
— Ezra Koenig (via cultivate-solitude)
do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
— Tyler Ford (via k—swan)
Well. I went to my followup appointment on Friday. And it was fairly discouraging. My doctor told me that because I have had multiple concussions before this one, and likely had a small concussion less than 24 hours before my large, most recent concussion, I could have permanent brain damage and…
It’s funny because I’ve always been called responsible. Like, all of my life. And yeah, I agree in most aspects. But I’m coming to realize that I’m good at being responsible for me. Being responsible by cleaning my house and making my husband dinner - getting done what needs to be done, and caring if my other half needs something done. But when it comes to pets, I think I’m the worst when it comes to responsibility. I dread the responsibility of having an animal sometimes. When my husband is home and can do most of the care-taking, I’m fine. But when it comes to me having to remember to feed and medicate and water and walk another living thing that can’t tell me what it wants, I’m awful. Especially when it comes to gross stuff like cleaning up poop or puke. And on top of that, I hate the responsibility that doesn’t allow me to just get up and go on a trip with my husband for a weekend. I have to either figure out accommodations that allow dogs, find a dog sitter, or bring the dog to the kennel. I love our dog, I really do. I just think that while I may have been more responsible for myself than most for all of my life, I’m having trouble catching up to the being responsible for someone who solely relies on me.
And THIS is why I shouldn’t have children for a while.
Maybe it’s because I’m 19 and married and I just want to enjoy it to the full extent without feeling tied down (because people who say getting married is being tied down are liars, unless the person you’re marrying is a life-sucker that you probably shouldn’t marry) and having an animal to care for makes me feel so tied down that it scares me sometimes.
This has been a rant.
— Kifah Shah (via anderlynn)