My name is McKenna.
I have phonetic sneeze reflex.
I love cats.
I spend more time in my thoughts than is probably healthy.
I think Zachary Quinto is hotter than fuck.
I'm an INFJ- empath. =) I think I'm open minded. I love random facts. I'm a hopeless romantic and have absolutely no luck when it comes to guys. I am a socialist. I have a slight obsession with the mind. I think the world's political systems should be matriarchal. I'm guilible. I have a bit of a superiority complex. =) I like corny.
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I wanted to kill the me underneath. That fact haunted my days and nights. When you realize you hate yourself so much, when you realize that you cannot stand who you are, and this deep spite has been the motivation behind your behavior for many years, your brain can’t quite deal with it. It will try very hard to avoid that realization; it will try, in a last-ditch effort to keep your remaining parts alive, to remake the rest of you. This is, I believe, different from the suicidal wish of those who are in so much pain that death feels like relief, different from the suicide I would later attempt, trying to escape that pain. This is a wish to murder yourself; the connotation of kill is too mild. This is a belief that you deserve slow torture, violent death.
When a ginger dude has an erection, does it look like a rocket taking off?
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(via) TREMENDOUS! That’s tremendous. (via extrafirmhold)
Oh, fire crotch…
I miss that guy.
Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
