getting out of bed counts. if that's all you managed today, that is enough
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getting out of bed counts. if that's all you managed today, that is enough
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in theory, dick having nearly his entire support system, his most important relationships, that he spent decades building up either cease to exist or get reassigned to his little brother, while getting more stuck in Bruce’s shadow than ever before—the exact reality he specifically set out to escape—is angsty af, but god knows that actually reading it would just piss me the fuck off
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Getting Up (1982)
Temps are hovering around freezing here, this morning. I had absolutely the WORST time trying to get out from under my covers. I was warm, outside of the covers was cold, not doing it. Apparently, I was not the only one feeling that way. When I eventually got up for good (as opposed to the three times I got up to let Lady out, go to the bathroom, and let Lady back in), I could not get Rosalie to get up. She was stubbornly curled up in her poufy bed.
Girl. You have not had a potty break for twelve hours. You need to go out!! This reasonable statement was met with a furry little frown and absolutely no movement. I had to pick her scrungly little ass up out of bed and carry her to the door.
We're going to have a great day today, I can just feel it. (HRRRMPH)
Getting Up (Le Lever), 1885-86
- Berthe Morisot