explaining anxiety is the fucking worst because you feel like an idiot for being bothered by the things that bother you but it’s such an intense fear right at your core so you have to go through all of these other levels of yourself to try and get someone else to understand it
Hello Queen of Genovia
I’ll reblog it every time I see in my dash. EVERY. TIME.
There may come a time when I don’t reblog this post but that day is not this day.
If I ever don’t reblog this, its because I’m dead.
What makes mothers all that they are?
Might as well ask, “What makes a star?”