I'm alive!
Feeling much better now. Got closer with a new friend
(Hi, orange blossom @omegabetalillian)
Been knitting more and NESTING
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I'm alive!
Feeling much better now. Got closer with a new friend
(Hi, orange blossom @omegabetalillian)
Been knitting more and NESTING
I am so tired and work is killing my back… I need to start to strength workouts but it’s hard when I am constantly so tired!!! How am I supposed to lift weights when I can barely lift my head off the couch?
Not to be a Downy McDownerson over here, but it sucks to be a content creator who can’t create content for whatever reason. Like I’m just having a health crisis at the moment and drawing and writing have been damn near impossible all day. So ... self confidence ⬇️ anxiety ⬆️ and my depression is taking over all of my thoughts.
i miss college for the sole reason that when i needed to say fuck it and and spend the day at home, or just not go to class, i could.
i am so fucking tired rn and work sucks and i don't want to go.
((I can't sleep so I came to tumblr but saw something upsetting that wouldn't usually upset me except I guess I'm just tired and stressed tonight so that's why it upset me??
Now is prime time to bother the boys with asks of any nature.))
Instead of saying, “My noses is running,” I just said, “There’s liquid leaving my face.”
That’s worryingly vague, heh.
I’m so tired of being sick.
I woke up without being able to hear out of my left ear because of the stuffiness.
I’m done now! Can I be done now?
Well now how am I supposed to sleep? Not that my brain's good at sleeping in the night anymore... Looks like I'll be a zombie on the aeroplane and at the zoo and BTS concert. I couldn't even go to the mall last night without getting near a melt down, so this'll be interesting. Anyways, I'd better go play a game to distract myself from hyperempathising with a fictional character ~
There are many things that I want in a potential husband. Some are negotiable - like hair and eye colour - some are not. He’s got to have a sense of humour and be an nerd about all the same fandoms and I’d prefer it if he could sing.
There are three things that are definite deal breakers:
1. He has to be a strong Christian
2. He has to be older than me (at least a couple of years, but up to ten)
3. He has to be taller than me (preferable a foot, but I’ll settle for six inches. Potionless is adorable, but I’m more of a Butterfly Bog girl).
It would be swell if he had a castle in Ireland or Scotland with a giant library and secret passageways and was independently wealthy, but I’m not picky.
I don’t know why, but this really bugs people, specifically my brother and my aunt. My brother used to ask ‘What if he had a castle but wasn’t a Christian?’
Really? Really?
But what really tangles my yarn is when my aunt looked at me and said, ‘I hope you marry a Scottish guy that’s one inch shorter than you and one month younger.’
Seriously?! What is it about my having certain standards offends you so?!
She would always hold up her own children as examples for me to follow, because her three sons all married older girls - and in one case, a significantly taller girl.
Auntie dearest, I don’t even respect your opinions. Why on earth would I emulate your children?
I feel like Lizzy Bennett confronting Lady Catherine: ‘I am only resolved to act in that manner, which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or to any person so wholly unconnected with me.’