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I’ve been missing a lot of class, but I’ve been catching up. I’ve been sleeping badly, but I’ve been coping.

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Tell me how you found my blog!

(Source: garbashians, via sophisti-cunted)

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showslow:

Adam Tan | Tumblr.

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I love my friends so much more than my family, who I am obligated to say ‘I love you’ to in order to maintain recent lack of hostility and aaaaaah I am very full of feelings right now.

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Thank you a lot if I saw you tonight; you’ve very definitely made me so happy. While I was under I was thinking about how few people actively make me feel safe, but now I am ineffably grateful and thankful for all of you that do.

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dharmagun:

fuckyeahchinesefashion:

蔡国强:白日焰火 (Cai Guoqiang- Black Coal, Thin Ice)

HOW IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING

This is what fireworks look like in the daytime, is what’s happening.

(via caravaning)

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Afterwards I feel really ridiculous/silly/self-indulgent re. what I’ve thought. An example would be stuff along the lines of “I’d avoid contact with me if I could, so why should I expect others not to?” What kind of reasoning is this? How is this convincing? This is basic trust and communication stuff. I haven’t had people avoiding me be an actual life problem since primary school. Insecurity and hesitance in asking people things aren’t worth running blank for a day and posting a bunch of worrying crap.

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Like legitimately if someone’s face is in my peripheral vision 90% of the time it looks like they’re turning a bit to stare at me and it can get pretty scary.

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The last thing and the fact that I’m constantly misinterpreting sensory input as people staring at me or shouting at me or grabbing me probably isn’t a coincidence.

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Only just kind of getting okay with asking to see people instead of just hoping they’ll be around, and still only with specific people. I guess probably a bit linked with still being in the process of getting into my head that feeling guilty/ashamed of everything isn’t like a normal or productive thing.