Mental stability status: Will’s mom in Stranger Things
scenes from California.
Eating wild taco with my wild taco🍹 (at Wild Taco)
Complimentary.
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“Room with a View” - by #GonzaloBenard #2016 - after 8 years of not #painting, this #tripthych came to close a cycle left opened in #Barcelona and opening a new one. #acrylic o/ #canvas w/ 7 layers of painting. 3 meters x 1,5 meter. #fineart #artgallery #museum #artcollection #collecteurs #foundation #room #contemporaryart #artist
Ahhhhhhh they celebrated the doggies birthday together!
This is a much happier AU of the Fox and the Hound
Anonymous (via svshii)
Gosh, I never feel like I’m enough. Even if I put my whole heart into something. I’m tired of feeling useless and incompetent.
I want to amount to something. We all do.
Life can’t stop us. We must respond. Persevere. Keep working at everything with 120%. Even if it isn’t enough.
I just want to feel like I have a purpose. I seem to lack and fail in doing the things I love. And that really sucks.
6.23.15
Today was one of those great days I’m going to forget about, as will the people I was with.
Sad to say I don't remember this day. Glad I had a good time...
Tender is the Night || F. Scott Fitzgerald (via i-have-no-answers)
I want to go back to last year. There seems to be this reoccurring issue where the friends I used to have disappear and I’m left feeling alone. I have Adam, but he can help me feel happy only so much. I don’t know if my depression and anxiety is flaring up because I realize I’m alone, or if it’s just becoming worse. Every year I can’t wait for summer because the warmth of the sun makes me forget my previous season of pain. This May has been cold. I hope the warmth comes soon.
I want to feel better in general. I want to feel better about my body, my appearance, and passions. I feel like a doomed failure. I just turned 20 yesterday, but I think something’s wrong if you feel like a failure at 19.
I secretly fear birthdays because the same darkness looks at the same time every year: realizing I’m alone and unsuccessful.
Also I can’t stop dwelling on the fact that I used to be so incredibly happy and full of life and that I am so disappointed in what I have become. I am not who I wanted to be