Nothing Extravagant
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." - Oscar Wilde
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." - Oscar Wilde
Let’s all take a moment and thank modern family for this
"“I didn’t know I was broken until every time I laughed I just wanted to cry”
-a.l.g"
(Source: kinaari, via theweirdgirl64)
Here is a thing: don’t touch me without my consent. Don’t touch anyone without their consent.
You’re offended because I jump out of my skin when you touch me? Guess what, just don’t, and it won’t happen.
Don’t act like I’m the bad guy here. Please. If you don’t want me to have a panic attack, stay out of my confort zone. And don’t make me ashamed of my reaction.
I always talk about the fact that I hate being touched and that it makes me sick. I don’t just say it for attention. I have a reason.
I can feel it in my chest. 40 hands gripping tight squeezing. I can’t breath. I can’t eat. My heart rate is twice its normal beat. My body thinks it just ran a marathon; my mind knows better. I feel sick to my stomach. My palms are sweaty.
And nothing is going on. I’m sitting in a room full of people, and they have no idea I live in a constant panic attack.