It doesn't matter who you are. If you are online and able to read this, someone cares about you. Your presence is felt by at absolute minimum, one person. Probably, no, definitely more. There will be someone who would be upset to see you disappear.

You have a wholely unique life, that nobody else will be able to share. Even if you think it's bad, or boring, or whatever, it is something worth sharing. And you're the only one who can share it. There are stories only you can tell, pictures nobody can paint but you.

Life has a tendency to drift towards the better. It might not feel like it sometimes, believe me I know. But it gets better. The bad people in your life will die, problems get resolved. It's easier to think about the now and before than it is the future, and when you look at the past, and now, it looks grim. So turn around. Stop looking at the dark tunnel you just walked through. Look out through the opening of the tunnel.

Look at the sun rise on a better day.

they should invent a type of sleep where you get fully rested

Im so eepy

I bought myself a weighted blanket today.

I realized as I left the store that I perhaps should've planned for the fact that a weighted blanket was just that: weighted. I had to walk 30 minutes home with the bastard thing in my backpack.

But now it's set and I'm lying under it.

I'm in peace.

No need to roll about.

Silence.

Serenity.

Beds are nice and all until they warp you a few hours ahead in time.

*clicks torch on under bedcovers* hey babe? i know ur asleep but i really enjoy our online banter on tumblr dot com it does make me giggle and kick my feet ok nunight love you *clicks torch off*

*clicks torch on* hey babe? its me again do you think this torch is blanketsafe?*the bed explodes*

about to go lay down for the third time today

Wham

Paws in your face

Reblog to do that

Wake up

mmmmno im too eepy

yes the fucking sheep counts the god damn sheep are you stupid are you dense are you foolish? of course you sre because what else would a sheep have to count in order to fall asleep, human beings? though i do suppose it would be tough for a sheep to count given that they have little to no concept of arithmetic i believe that in fictional settings the sheep can count the sherp, a sheep within a sheep, a meta sheep if you will, now thats not exactly a term typically used in this manner however i mean the meaning of meta that is not the Most Effective Tactic Available.

I'm in my sleepy era. my bedtime arc.

in my bed era. bed-pilled.

i can NOT sleep

had a dream that I had a little kitty cat who was so so affectionate and I want to go back 😭😭

world is cold and harsh

bed is soft and warm