I’m paranoid to the point where I want to punch myself in the face…like even if people tell me they enjoy my company, invite me places, and happily start conversations with me, I will still be 700% convinced that I am a waste of their time and that they secretly hate me and are talking to me only because they feel they have to
I remember the first time someone told me to keep Mace in my purse for self-defense, I thought they were talking about an actual fucking medieval weapon mace.
I wish that had actually been what they were talking about because that sounds badass as hell. Getting attacked by some dude? I DON’T THINK SO MOTHERFUCKER
I need this in my life.
NEED. i need it with all my heart.
i recently realized how muCH THIS SONG DESCRIBES THE PONDS
may I come in?
may I come in who?
may i come in you
you know nothing, jon snow.
I do know some things.
Photos of Patrick Stewart doing things.
(All photos: @SirPatStew)