#fucking bones

No more romantic daydreams, instead we have daydreams like “What if I was walking down the street on my daily human excursion and a podiatrist passed by and was like ‘Oh my god, your feet, your legs, they are so fucked up in exactly the way I know how to fix for free’ and then they fix whatever makes my feet feel like they’re hit with hammers and my hips feel like they’re about to dislocate every time I go for a walk and I live happily ever after going on little walks that don’t hurt”

fucking hate it when the bones in my feet make themselves known by screaming in pain. calm yourself down, blame mother for giving us extra bones. fuckin ouch

Why must my limbs hate me. They want me dead. They may succeed if they keep feeling as if they’re tightening around my bones and trying to squeeze them into breaking. Owie.

"this had all better work out," i mutter as i drink tea and re-draw the fucking elbow for the millionth time today

shaking u my science teacher has vertebrae behind her desk

i wish my wrist didnt go Fuck You every time the seasons changed. i wanna play guitar so bad rn but i have 2 wear my splint :pensive:

I HAVE TROUSERS!!! In other news. Ma boobs and sholders will fit a size 18 top. My hips however say NOPE!!! And they say hips don't lie too. :(