Every time I see an unattended chess board I make the little horses kiss

I love extrapolating ideas about the merc’s parents based off of what little is mentioned of them (me w/ heavy’s dad lol). Don’t let your boy drink, even though he’s already 13 (big boy number).

the last week before an infusion is generally unfortunate but the last week before an infusion While on a trip is a bit more unfortunate than usual

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4 years ago, on a broken controller and a janky WiiU, I tried running right from the plateau to Ganon. I ragequit after about a month because aiming without gyroscope and flury rushing with a sticky right trigger was near impossible.

I am once again asking for your support as I give it another go, this time with a functioning switch.

man hearing my workplace talking more and more about upscaling and getting more hours for more help when I'm over here like

"the best days are the ones where we only have two of us on the floor and the manager with me is stuck in the backroom"

really sucks

like i knows its kinda inevitable

we keep making our sales goals but god do i hate that idea

like i don't care how busy we are i will always prefer bare minimum people on the shift over more then like 3

the weird thing about when someone dies is that they're never truly dead in my head. when i think about my grandpa, my grandma, my uncle, i dont think of them as dead. i think of them as just... gone for a while. some longer than others. i think about my cat sammy and my cat cassy and i feel like i could still look over and see them there beside me. i can see the way sammy would always cuddle right up to me and lay his head on my shoulder. i can see the way cassy would swivel his head at me when he wanted pets.

they're all dead. they're all gone. but i feel like i could see them again, just like old times. all i need to do is give them a call.

my parents will do absolutely everything for my sister, cater to her every need, and then chastise her for not being able to do things on her own, and they'll ignore my every concern and then chastise me for not asking for help

Dislike how your meat suit can't really tell how much time you've wasted. You'll hit the exhaustion wall anyway.

Like, let's say you're in a similar boat to me rn. For approx. 3 weeks, I've been way more tired than normal and have just been pushing through it because I don't really have a choice unless I just want to give up on everything. My chronic pain is flaring up so I keep randomly having levels of pain I can best describe as "hurts bad enough I can't do anything including breathe until it subsides slightly" throughout the day. I've been in a sort of pattern of pulling all-nighters two nights in a row out of necessity and then way oversleeping (not really all good sleep, just keep trying to go back to sleep/won't give up on trying to get enough sleep until I get the migraine from laying down too much) out of desperation. Not to mention the boredom + depression evil combo attack has been hitting much worse than normal. Frequently, I have been too busy to do things such as "eat" or "get dressed in fresh clothes."

AND YET I have wasted a phenomenal amount of time in the past few days especially. Lots of time on tumblr, lots of time just dissociating...but my physical form doesn't know this.

It only knows I've been pushing myself to get things done, pulling all-nighters, skipping meals, etc. for weeks despite being severely overdrawn in the imaginary energy bank account. It does not care that these behaviors are necessary due to the Quencies of being so tired in the first place...you fail to work on a thing consistently throughout the day because you're too tired and in too much pain to focus, so now you have to stay up all night to get it done.

What does Physical Form decide the solution to this is? More tired. Maybe even so much tired that the basic self-care that might help feels near-impossible. Great job, Physical Form (said with malice)

don’t know what part of my brain is missing that makes it a struggle to grasp anything that isn’t concrete or tangible or easily quantifiable but whenever i’m not like. fantasising about clawfoot tubbing myself i’m like “don’t think i’m depressed think this is just me having a normal one” and the normal one is me having this thought after having spent sixteen hours in bed mostly every day for like three years

bagged a trial shift at a new pub just for my manager to immediately put on facebook if anyone wants an extra shift on wednesday. he knows what im doing

Huh. Didn’t realize how much of my routine hinges on that one friend being home.

Easiest exam I've ever taken in my life.

I've truly kind of loved this experience of having (probable) tendonitis in my knee and getting prescription painkillers / anti inflammatories for it because the pills literally were just magic "medical problem be gone" pills, my pain has been 99% reduced ever since I've been on them and it's mind blowing lmao. This is exactly what I've wished and hoped and prayed for for my other health problems. Nice to know it really is like that for some things!

actually ive been thinking abt this a lot lately like basically for years i assumed i was very (cis)het passing and only recently ive become aware that i am in fact. very obviously perhaps almost comically gay to other queer ppl. like lmaoooo ok then

damn it's been a while since i've been on tumblr