How does it feel to have anxiety in a relationship?

It feels like the pain of your past is being folded into the joy of your future—and you’re left, somewhere in between, unable to grasp the present.

It’s blurring the line between that which is possible and probable, quietly fighting to uncover even the slightest crack in the most brazen of armours.

It’s the way you somehow always manage to find one; magnify it, expand upon it—allow it to justify the tidal waves of self-doubt as they build, bend and break to shore.

It’s your needing closure to that which you hold open.

It’s harboring a silent resentment over the hypothetical scenarios of your own writing, leaving them to play out on a manic loop—sparking a groundless sense of panic which swells and consumes all remaining sense or logic. It’s your questioning even the purist of intentions, deeming yourself forever unworthy—not only of that which you desire, but of that which you’ve already received.

It’s tripping over your own laces, tied voluntarily between each shoe.

It feels like you’re reading darkness from between the lines of a love letter—overriding any sturdiness to their voice with the familiar, wavering tones of all those you’ve heard before. It’s preparing yourself for heartache, despite it not being there; despite there being nothing to suggest it will be.

It’s the way you plant such damning evidence in amongst the unassuming beauty of everyday life; setting yourself up as victim and condemning those you love as criminal. It’s anticipating the emptiness to a glass currently full; the crumbling of a wall that remains standing—the eventual end to a feeling finally returned.

It feels like your time together is cultivated in the pause between words, in the keys between lyrics, in the moments which fall so silently prior to embrace—and those which lie so immediately after. It’s holding all the world’s certainty in the palm of your hand, and calling it out as chance—forever watching the shadows in the background, over that which is presented clearly in the fore.

It’s believing that heartbreak is, in the end, inevitable—despite your undying hope for the contrary. It’s allowing this belief to undermine all you think, say and do; setting an unforgiving pretext—leaving a bitter aftertaste to even the sweetest bite.

It’s not depression, nor is it insanity. I suppose, if anything, it’s a chronic inability to seize the moment; the ongoing struggle to play whichever cards you’re dealt, with quite the confidence you’re meant to.

It feels like you’re being relentlessly gripped by a maddening nostalgia; the kind which suffocates, the kind which preemptively falls from each and every moment—right as you’re in it, right as it passes.

For fear that each one—each kiss, laugh or unsuspecting smile—could be the last.

How It Feels To Have Anxiety In A Relationship. -by Samuel Leighton-Dore (via zohbugg)

lucaspsi:

shotarokaneda:

this dog is part husky part lab

the split is straight down the middle, quite literally

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LOOK AT THIS!!! It looks like two different dogs! She literally got looks from both sides of her parents! JUST IMAGINE HOW HAPPY THEY MUST BE!!!!!

(Source: superstreetfighter2turbohdremix)

"Peter, what is the matter with you? You love this girl with all your heart and soul. Does she know that? Have you told her? Give her that. The rest of it is up to her. And you don’t have forever. None of us ever do.”

(Source: claryherondales)

ahsadler:

deerypoof:

Of all a deer’s senses, their eyesight is the worst. 

I don’t know what I was expecting but this was so much better than that

ahsadler:

deerypoof:

Of all a deer’s senses, their eyesight is the worst. 

I don’t know what I was expecting but this was so much better than that

chasingplotswithyou:

thefearsomefanagle:

This gif always makes me stop. How did this man gain so much backward momentum? What kind of shoes is he wearing? I have so many questions

idk where he’s going but i hope he gets there

chasingplotswithyou:

thefearsomefanagle:

This gif always makes me stop. How did this man gain so much backward momentum? What kind of shoes is he wearing? I have so many questions

idk where he’s going but i hope he gets there

(Source: hauntedpenis11)

nigiris:

i was playing animal crossing while laying next to my grandma and i usually complain a lot out loud and i go “gosh i need to donate more fishes to my museum” and she just turns to me and says “what you need is a boyfriend and maybe a couple friends”

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 thank