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avonlea smith / 18 / canada

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phantomoflesamis:

Tonight from West Side Story

Sung by Ramin Karimloo and Robyn North

magnetic-rose:

BY THE WAY, here’s raúl esparza as maria and lin-manuel miranda as anita singing “a boy like that” from west side story.

yes.

yes.

Sondheim: The Birthday Concert America [West Side Story]

detoxys:

BYE

detoxys:

BYE

angle-of-depression:

nothingcorporate:

opinions on abortions are kinda like nipples

everyone has them but women’s are a little bit more relevant 

But all you ever see are men’s

panic/anxiety attack

vye-leviathan:

pushed-too-far:

chris-sid:

jaspinder:

  • breath in for 4 seconds
  • hold your breath for 7 seconds
  • exhale breath for 8 seconds

repeat once or twice more.

This causes an autonomic nervous system shift from a sympathetic (fight or flight reaction) state to a parasympathetic response.

Use this for panic/anxiety attacks, exams, presentations.

Never not reblog

Tumblr got anxiety advice. Fuck yeah.

Read this earlier, and it helped me a lot tonight.

“I want a relationship where they know of us, but nothing about us.”

(via kushandwizdom)

20aliens:

Czech Edenby Matthew Monteith

20aliens:

Czech Eden
by Matthew Monteith

he like to call me peaches when we get this nasty

i burned myself on your lips as if you were
electrical wiring and i was convinced
that somehow our kisses tasted more like
watermelon sherbet and sunny summer afternoons
instead of bleak nights where i almost cried into
these shaky palms which are not strong enough
to cup all this sorrow, no, i kiss you and i taste the
secrets i have told you as they die beside us, i taste
how i told you “i think the bird in my chest has suffocated”
and you said it was maybe sad maybe wrong maybe something
i don’t remember because within the next hour
you let me pour whiskey down my throat and pour my soul
into the bottle so you didn’t have to deal with
the weight of it on your shoulders and then
while i was drunk enough i couldn’t speak, i let you
fuck me and i wonder if that was fun for you or
just some kind of duty you have to perform over the sheets
where you have held other girls and maybe let them
mean more to you

and i keep saying you’re love and you’re light and you’re
something out of the fairytales but goddamn
i have never cried about someone the way that i cry about you
because i love you with a sickening addiction that’s
wrecking me i mean i shouldn’t have forgiven you
for so many things like how you hate my writing
and are embarrassed to hold hands with me or
how when you dropped me and saw i couldn’t land on my feet,
you just left me there to pick myself back up again
and come home
crawling

i mean i’m a wolf to other people i’m all fire in between my
teeth, i could crunch on your bones for breakfast
and still have time for tea and yet i can’t fucking
tear you out of me.

His thoughts are like explosions and it captivates me. But he isn’t good… he isn’t a good person. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)