It would seem that this year is dedicated to...
All the things. That was a BAD year……….. I swept it under the rug. Now the rug is being torn away. Finally time to get that dirt and grime out the fucking door. …….. …. .. Let’s do this.
the-caretaker asked: I luffles you! And so you know, I'm always worried about my friend's safety and well being. /glomp
quickdraw-kiddo asked: Just know that you are loved. That you have friends. That those friends are there for you.
That’s it. I’m done. I can do nothing. I am a heap of anxiety, inadequacy, ineptitude, and nondescript shit. I can’t force myself to get back to work and I don’t know why. I don’t have any excuses. I’m just made of fail. I need to email my professors to let them know my fibula is fractured, but I’m even having issues making myself do that. I...
I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t...– Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones (via perpsplace)
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aaamaaa: rockerfox999: gambler-x: reichenfeels: no9jazzst: lampfaced: indiethelorax: Eh, why not. Have at it! actually terrified of your answers COM3 4T M3 I’m curious.
I'm..............Not Sure How to React
My foot: It is broken. Rather, it has a “non-displaced fracture.” FUCK. MY. LIFE. My mom is going to be so incredibly pissed. And I just realized something kind of awful about a past relationship about an hour ago. That’s gotten me feeling kind of sort of shitty, but at the same time I feel like I haven’t reacted enough.