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Me: Afraid to answer phones.
Me: Afraid to answer the door.
Me: Afraid to order food.
Me: Afraid to be in a room full of people I don't know.
Me: Afraid to talk to people on Tumblr.
Me: Afraid to talk to people in real life.
me: hi
2 seconds later
me: why didn't they reply oh my god do they hate me this is all my fault why do i suck so much i'm so needy and weird and i hate everything i'm never talking to anybody again
violentscene:

i always wanted to be chanel (the purple one) 

MY CHILDHOOD
satans-testicle:

lovelymilky:

dollystyle:




In his five short weeks of life, Orbit hasn’t met many other owls.
So he isn’t at all worried that his new best friend doesn’t hoot back.
The orphaned chick is perfectly content in the company of the stuffed bird perched next to him and is never far from his side.
Orbit, a common barn owl, was given the toy by Lyndsey Wood, his carer at Folly Farm, near Narberth in West Wales.
She said: ‘A friend suggested that I find something like a toy owl to stop Orbit feeling lonely.
‘I thought he might try to eat it, but he just cuddles up to it and goes to sleep.’ 





omg kira needs to see this