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| Disorder | Your Score |
|---|---|
| Major Depression: | Extremely High |
| Dysthymia: | High-Moderate |
| Bipolar Disorder: | Very Slight |
| Cyclothymia: | Slight |
| Seasonal Affective Disorder: | Very High |
| Postpartum Depression: | N/A |
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Can anyone contact her? Can anyone get her help? Please reblog or something to pass the message on to find her help.This is a queue. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t make it. I’m too weak. This is for the best. I’m sorry
Kuzco is my favorite Disney Princess.
(Source: iamnevertheone)
me: closes wrong tab
me: PTERODACTYL NOISE
OMG NO! NO NO NO NO! NOT ROBERT PATTINSON AS FINNICK!
WHAT WERE THEY THINKING? OMG WHY? OMG NO! NEVER! NO THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!
(Source: cuntcastle)
Normal teenager: I lost my virginity
Me: I lost a follower
Purple: 10 facts about my room.
Blue: 9 facts about my family.
Green: 8 facts about my body.
Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood.
Orange: 6 facts about my home town.
Red: 5 facts about my best friend.
Pink: 4 facts about my parents.
White: 3 facts about my personality.
Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things.
Black: 1 fact about the person I like.
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
which is why i studied french over any other language
(Source: timorleste)
Studies Show… Intelligent girls are more depressed
Because they know
What the world is really like
Don’t think for a beat it makes it better
When you sit her down and tell her
Everything’s gonna all right
She knows in society she either is
A devil or an angel with no in between
She speaks in third person
So she can forget that she’s me