Train with increasingly unlikely cars

hey gamers I’ve started watching star trek does anyone else see the romantic tension between captain kirk and mr. spock

i want this mf at pride immediately

i couldn’t care less about the fucking pup thing but those tattoos? hideous.

those are his asbestos wards you wouldnt understand because youve never been to pride

you've heard of atm (automated teller machine) machine and pin (personal identification number) number, now there is ramyeon sari noodle. ramyeon is korean, comes from japanese ramen, from chinese lamian 'hand pulled noodles'. sari is korean for noodles. noodles is english for noodles. so it's hand pulled noodles noodles noodles.

firing up tumblr to complain about the saddest fucking christmas of my life. my dad's sick in a way that likely can't be fixed and I can't truly freak out about it on my other social media accounts bc some of my family follows me over there. been keeping it mostly together for the last few months but spending two solid days in his hospital room in fight or flight mode as things go wrong has driven me absolutely nuts so I'm sleeping in an empty apartment on christmas fucking eve

okay I'm feeling slightly less insane about all this now with a full night's sleep behind me. two solid months of seeing him deteriorate have been traumatic in a way that it is going to take me a long time to recover from. I can't worry about that because I have to spend all of my energy trying to get him to like, eat the protein meal drinks they're giving him because he can't even have real food. a couple of days of sleep deprivation while his breathing spiraled fucked up my ability to keep it together. he's more stabilized today and we had a little christmas morning in his hospital room. I wore a jolly christmas hat and he got some rest from some of the meds today

feels like I went through extreme grief this week but now I have to go through the experience of him actually dying. despite other improvements he is slowly starving in front of us because he just won't eat. nothing we have said this whole time has motivated him to do all of the exercises and things that would have kept him healthier through this, healthy enough to have a shot at the surgery that he actually needs to survive. how do you convince someone to make an effort to not die. why do we have to convice him to try

okay well. this was written from a place of fear and anger and lack of sleep. he passed away today peacefully and I'm gonna be more okay about it than I thought. denial is a hell of a drug

firing up tumblr to complain about the saddest fucking christmas of my life. my dad's sick in a way that likely can't be fixed and I can't truly freak out about it on my other social media accounts bc some of my family follows me over there. been keeping it mostly together for the last few months but spending two solid days in his hospital room in fight or flight mode as things go wrong has driven me absolutely nuts so I'm sleeping in an empty apartment on christmas fucking eve

okay I'm feeling slightly less insane about all this now with a full night's sleep behind me. two solid months of seeing him deteriorate have been traumatic in a way that it is going to take me a long time to recover from. I can't worry about that because I have to spend all of my energy trying to get him to like, eat the protein meal drinks they're giving him because he can't even have real food. a couple of days of sleep deprivation while his breathing spiraled fucked up my ability to keep it together. he's more stabilized today and we had a little christmas morning in his hospital room. I wore a jolly christmas hat and he got some rest from some of the meds today

feels like I went through extreme grief this week but now I have to go through the experience of him actually dying. despite other improvements he is slowly starving in front of us because he just won't eat. nothing we have said this whole time has motivated him to do all of the exercises and things that would have kept him healthier through this, healthy enough to have a shot at the surgery that he actually needs to survive. how do you convince someone to make an effort to not die. why do we have to convice him to try

firing up tumblr to complain about the saddest fucking christmas of my life. my dad's sick in a way that likely can't be fixed and I can't truly freak out about it on my other social media accounts bc some of my family follows me over there. been keeping it mostly together for the last few months but spending two solid days in his hospital room in fight or flight mode as things go wrong has driven me absolutely nuts so I'm sleeping in an empty apartment on christmas fucking eve

okay I'm feeling slightly less insane about all this now with a full night's sleep behind me. two solid months of seeing him deteriorate have been traumatic in a way that it is going to take me a long time to recover from. I can't worry about that because I have to spend all of my energy trying to get him to like, eat the protein meal drinks they're giving him because he can't even have real food. a couple of days of sleep deprivation while his breathing spiraled fucked up my ability to keep it together. he's more stabilized today and we had a little christmas morning in his hospital room. I wore a jolly christmas hat and he got some rest from some of the meds today