Can everyone mentally beam me some hot chocolate thanks

blaine didnt even tell their family they were going out they just booked it out of the house and down thes treet

spader, not having a great night: it’s not FAIR-- why aren’t you HERE...

blaine: five minutes. spader: w- what? blaine: it takes me five minutes to run to your house. five minutes.

spader: yeah im calm now you didnt have to do that

spader, building up a fire for them cuz they ran here in the middle of the night and are covered in mud: don’t you live like. ten minutes away blaine: I Ran

not to be a phannie but they have two bathrooms what???

anon i have nowhere near as much money as dnp but my house has three bathrooms in it

woke up randomly in the night and my flatmate is in the bathroom so I can't go pee and immediately go back to sleep incident 7493 dead 19923 casualties

okay ate br/unch (made eggs but have no bread. bad texture breakfast. but i did eat.) then washed about half the dishes (go me) now getting ready for appointment (anxious, so anxious) but hopefully it will be short and thankfully it is online. im like hyper aware of how messy the house is rn and am trying not to have a panic attack over 1. the amt of things I have and the amt of space my things take up in thr house, and 2. literally just like.. the future

but my roommate will be gone all wk which im pretty jazzed about. hoping to get some cleaning/organizing and general me-time movie watching in.. which will be good.

ohmygod the anxiety just will NOT settle down. i feel it so high in my chest. make it stoooopppppp

uggh I'm gonna cry

you’re fucking joking RIBBH ends with a cryptic old man from the main protagonists’ father’s past whose name starts with a B telling the protagonist that family isn’t defined by blood but by choice and is meant to be complicated. You’re fucking joking. do you want me to kill myself

there was a homestuck aggie ? !!!

love my right-hand rgg men deranged. a little blood splattered even.

so stressed about school i feel like im going to throw up but at least im not having another derealisation attack so theres that

I'M BACK, LOOK AT THIS MAN!!!!

my brain so fogged from all the snot stuck inside my skull

>:/

i miss my shoes. i looooooove shoes. i could walk in 4 inch stilettos so easy!! any heel!!! i had the cutest pair of pink glittery converse!! slippers!! i collected cute socks with fun patterns! and i miss DRIVING! my dented little car! i had to punch the dashboard when one of the speakers went out when i took a hard turn, but it worked. i hit ALL the curbs but i ALWAYS used my blinker even if the road was empty. i brake checked the huge trucks that would tailgate me on the interstate when i was already going 90. i miss tucking my feet underneath me when i was reading on the couch. i miss my cat pressing her face against my foot and then flopping over. i miss being like. a person? going places on my own? not depending on everyone else? not being stared at? our new neighborhood has a pool which is something ive ALWAYS wanted but i won't go bc i dont want people staring at me even more than usual. i cant fucking stand pity from strangers anymore and even tho i know i could be angry at them for it i never actually am bc i understand. what are the fucking chances this happens?? they never even found out what it was. all of a sudden i lost both legs above the knee and almost both arms and i did lose quite a lot of control with my hands. i drop things all the time, i cant play my instruments anymore, my handwriting is even worse. ALL my organs were in complete failure, i almost needed a fucking heart transplant among others, and then all of a sudden everythings normal again? except for the obvious? and all of a sudden i notice how much people dont think about accessibility. bathroom doors are narrower, there are steps EVERYWHERE, handicap spots are farther from the doors than regular spots, i cant even go most places without being pushed up one hill or another, even if i get my prosthetics its always going to be hard. wow i just wanted to talk about shoes

i need to do things impulsively or i will simply die

i really went from being a genuine “i don’t get high when i’m sad person” to. “something bad happened and i immediately popped an edible before considering it that was a good idea”