Only trying to survive

you know those studies showing that cursing helps with pain tolerance or whatever. that’s how i feel about making my weird little noises to get through my basic daily activities. sometimes you just have to go hggblaaaah for a minute so you can find the strength within yourself to get up or wash the dishes or send an email. mmmnneh. urgh. the torments are unending but you can always make some little sounds about it.

Remember that even good changes can make us feel depressed, because, as creatures of habit, we're resistant to change. That doesn't mean that it wasn't the right choice.

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

there’s a t-shirt that says “I survived a bad day and all I got was the rest of my life” and yeah I still think about it

having a headache while hydrated is so unfair. you were supposed to protect me.

some people just have no true appreciation for terrible women. oh she killed and ate people? well maybe she was hungry. "I cant defend her anymore-" well then fucking stand aside so i can talk to my client

#this is what we’re losing by not putting disabled characters in action/fantasy/sf stories#hitherto unavailable shenanigans!