It's been in the 60s and 70s here after brutal -20 degree temps. I feel its so close...so close
i just need to hold on until the trees start blooming again
As someone who has a lot of cts with contrast and will continue to have them. I hate the peed my pants feeling and I believe every time I'm the first one to actually pee my pants. Even after all these times. I support the emotional support depends idea like please
there should be more options than suffering via employment and suffering via unemployment
I say shit like "If my memory serves me" knowing damn well it serves the dark lord
why are the last two hours at work genuinely the most agonizing thing
I love to be sleepy. I love dim lighting. I love cozy bedding. dozing off is the best feeling
being a god is so hard like I fully understand why they've all abandoned us. yesterday i changed the water in my nano tank and the weather there is pretty much always 80°F and sunny but the replacement water was cool and it had been a couple weeks so it replicated a rainfall after a drought and so then my little civilization of ember tetras all thought it was Time To Fuck but my stocking somehow skews aggressively male so this morning I turned on the sun to see they all had raggedy little tails after beating the shit out of each other over the One Woman on Earth.
making an enthusiastic, sincere jack-off motion with my hand to indicate that i agree with the present course of action and think you have thought it out well
do something good today.
call your loved ones, speak to them. listen to a new album from band you've heard about but didn't have time to get into. water your plants. draw a cat. but please don't give up, and keep living.
"I'm too sober for this," I say before taking a huge chug from a wine glass full of chocolate milk
i should be allowed to wear a sign around my neck that says "HAD WEIRD DREAMS LAST NIGHT DO NOT SPEAK TO ME UNLESS I SPEAK TO YOU"
2025 is the year to get around to it. rub some dirt in the gaping wound of your heart and bare your teeth to your own life
I want to shut up forever but I’m always thinking of more dumb shit to say
if you think addiction/substance abuse disorder or any other form of psychiatric disability is a moral failure or a choice get da hell off my blog
part of the reason America still doesn’t have universal healthcare is that a large portion of the healthy population consciously or subconsciously believes that being sick is somehow a moral failing. someone randomly has a heart attack at age 30 and there are people like “well, you should have eaten better, exercised more and drank less” like a medical emergency is proof you were living a life of sloth and sin and it could never happen to them. 
kind of annoying how irish goodbyes are generally frowned upon. this shit is like an art form to me