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All I can feel is the sense that the world is slowly adding more and more boulders, more burdens for me to struggle under the weight of. This is all in the abstract, nothing bad is happening to me, but it bears down on me and lives inside my head and in the nebulous ether, always looking like a shadow.   I hate that my fear and anxiety is holding me back from the life I want. 

Reading fic about Matt Murdock being Catholic is oddly soothing,

Steve Rogers would never diss feminism. Steve Rogers would never say, “That stuff about rape is horrible BUT...you’re too paranoid/the statistics are inconsistent/what about the menz?!” And this is why I often prefer to stay home, by myself, and go on tumblr. Fuck my life.

Honest to God I’m so tempted to delete every male friend I have on Facebook since half of them are misogynists and none of them are capable of having a civil conversation on my posts where they disagree with me. I am so done with all of their shit.