Thinking social anxiety is cute is like saying:
Excessive sweating is cute.
Dry mouth is cute.
Physically shaking is cute.
Blacking out is cute.
Nausea is cute.
Heart palpitations are cute.
Chest pain is cute.
Shallow breathing is cute.
Hot flushes are cute.
Forgetting how to talk is cute.
Humiliating yourself is cute.
It’s not adorable little shy giggly girls with pretty skirts & flowers in their hair.
Nothing makes my blood boil more than being lied to. I fucking hate it.
This is the kind of tired that sleep can’t fix.
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tumblr nobodies, UNITE!!
i think you mean…
for once the supernatural fandom didn’t arrive first
I’m proud of you avengers!
Are we late?
I’ve been laughing about this for 3 years