“it’d be easier if i hated you”

a wynonna earp fic you can read here on a03

summary: 

“Thought I’d visit my favorite sexy ex-enemy.” Rosita smiled as they pulled apart until she saw Wynonna’s face up close. Her eyebrows furrowed before she reached out and gently touched her cheek. “Are you sleeping? Eating?” “Who are you, my mom?” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a brat, Earp.” Wynonna gasped playfully. “Me? Never.” _._._

Wynonna can't help but visit Rosita in the nunnery. She doesn't know why she keeps seeing her or talking to her or why she wants to kiss her, but she's willing to figure it out.

sometimes i wonder if wynonna just watches waverly and nicole, like in the proposal scene, and just hurts because love has always been harder for her, more painful, and how she feels less deserving

wow that hits hard

wynonna flirting with rosita with every chance she got was all i needed in this world, my wynsita heart grew five sizes

you all better believe if wynonna’s crying, i’m crying and that’s just how it is

sometimes i’m in awe of the fact that wynonna earp saved my life because it did.

i know that sounds ridiculous that a show can do that, but it saved my life.

i’m alive because i saw wynonna earp, i saw a healthy queer relationship on television, because i found a community that makes me feel accepted and loved.

god, i’m so thankful.

sometimes explaining to people what it’s like to have an anxiety disorder is like pulling teeth

they’re like “oh, i get stressed too! sometimes i get stage fright”

and i’m like. that sucks. for real, it does. but my anxiety means i sometimes lay in bed and feel so dizzy and out of it i can’t get up. my anxiety means i get sick if i feel stress i can’t control. my anxiety means i pick at my hands until they bleed. my anxiety means sometimes i feel like i can’t breathe and can’t stop crying.

so many people expect my anxiety to be about huge things, but honestly, for me, usually it just piles up until something small happens and i lose it. it can be so small. sometimes it seems like it’s over nothing.

but telling me “you’re worrying over nothing” does not help. because the worst part is, most of the time i feel like i’m worrying over nothing and i fucking feel so much guilt because of it. especially if it deals with other people because then i just feel like a burden.

so, please. if someone tells you they have anxiety, just listen. it means all the world if someone just nods and tells you “that fucking sucks”

i dyed the tips of my hair blue

this is just crazy i’m so happy