this changes everything oh my god
do you understand why it trips me out that people can drive 45 minutes and be in aNOTHER COUNTRY?
I drive for 45 minutes and im like
a city over
I live in “Italy” and took a day trip to go to “Austria” and “Germany”
Chums, that’s sweet, and all, but Australia just ate Texas for breakfast.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you aren’t a city over, you’re just 45 minutes away from the city.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you may not even leave the cattle station.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Canada you may not even leave your driveway.
If I drive 45 minutes in the us I’m just at another mcdonalds
If I drive for 45 minutes in Northern Ireland I’m 10 minutes into the sea.
I can’t drive.
I will use this post to explain tumblr
Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope.
I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack.
40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love.
I won’t lie though, I haven’t had a guy cook for ME in years.
Like a full meal.
All I had to do was set the table.
He made me some bomb ass chicken parm, salad and seasoned tomatoes and I had a bottle of Moscato to myself and holy fuck.
Told that fucking fuck that for ands long and so I was eating I was in love.
Food is my weakness.
Not listening to me though….deal breaker as fuck.
I’m gonna tell you right now.
I shouldn’t have to fucking say no more than once.
By the THIRD FUCKING TIME IT’S NOT FUCKING FUNNY.
Especially when you’re in my home and I’m not being polite anymore. I swear you can’t be kind to nobody or let them be kind to you because everybody wants something in return.
Then I call you out and you shrug it off.
UGH. IGH. UGH.
If you only understood.