So yesterday Jakub booked what was supposed to be a fancy surprise dinner and about ten minutes before we were due to get into a taxi I had a huge anxiety attack in our bathroom and he found me sitting on the toilet lid absolutely hysterical for no reason whatsoever. I tried to calm myself down but I couldn’t and I feel so freaking stupid because he physically carried me back into our room and hugged me until I could use words and then talked me through it. Which I really appreciate but he shouldn’t have to because I should be able to control shit like this. Like it was supposed to be a fun nice night to enjoy eachother’s company but instead we ordered Thai food and I took way too much codeine and stayed up all night convinced I was going to die if I let it lull me to sleep and ugh. I’m so embarrassed of myself for exhibiting any of this to anybody because usually I can handle it in private and I just want to hide my face forever. Wow.

Jakub has managed to tolerate me for 6 months today which I think is pretty remarkable 🎉


There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (via northwolves)

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I dunno, being home makes me feel weird sometimes.

(Source: eye-cancer, via westwickham)

Anna Karina in Le Petit Soldat (1963) dir. Jean-Luc Godard

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Just spent $300 on unnecessary lingerie and a further $200 on unnecessary clothes because emotions, whatup?