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I wish I was somebody’s muse.

Shaved my noggin in a fit of crazy.



common sense, really

You don’t even go here!

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Well…since my anxiety has crept back without warning, I figured I just draw some of my thoughts down…Personally I understand that some people truly do not mind reassuring a friend who has self doubt on the brain, but I can’t help having it circle my mind as often as it does. Wish it would stop honestly. It just feels like empty space that I try too hard to fill.

If anyone actually needs to know what goes through my head at all times…

hmmm its a bad feeling to have.. i’m glad I don’t have that anymore.

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Cutie bird and I chilling out on the couch in a break from our reading. :3

He’s got me sorted. “Noooope. Pat me more.”

This is my new weirdo friend, Kenny. He’s 6 months old and is easy to pet, tickle and grab if need be. Could use some advice training him. He’s yet to learn how to hop up or how to behave well outside his cage, he seems to prefer sitting on the fan when we let him out for a stretch of his wings. He’s my first bird in a long time, huge commitment, I know… but I’ve trained him thus far from a very bitey, hissy and scared young man and I fell in love.

“Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.”

—    Unknown (via kushandwizdom)

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