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Oh god, they'll never know. I... I'll just have disappeared. And they'll always be waiting. Call them.
#dwedit#dwgifs#marthajonesedit#martha jones#freema agyeman#francine jones#*#*gifs#the way freema invented acting in this ep#i'm always rotating this scene around in my head#on one hand the writers made francine judge the doctor too quickly to be believable#so francine's reaction here comes across kind of callous#on the other hand martha's convo with francine feels so relatable#idk if it's the same for all children of colour but sometimes it's as if#your parents are much more concerned about your physical safety than your emotional wellbeing#martha was begging francine to just Talk to her#but she's so focused on tracking down the doctor to comfort her daughter when she's obviously upset#freema does such a great job of embodying both martha's grief and desperation over the situation#as well as her fierce love for her family#have i mentioned how much i adore this scene? no? well i do
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Thought I had posted about this already whups. Martin made a really important twitter thread earlier:
#the walten files#I already said my little piece about this over on twitter. I just hope he's well and that he takes a long break#and that he knows his own mental wellbeing is orders of magnitude more important than any specific date for episode release#I'll admit that i'm really saddened by his attitude here. And my stomach kinda turns whenever he peppers in the little reassurances like-#-'but don't worry i'll still try to get episode 4 on time!!' like Man. that should not be your biggest concern#And all i really hope for is for him to take as long of a break from the series as he needs as often as he needs#and I really hope he can figure out an approach to this series that keeps it fun and enjoyable to work on and that he can be happy with and#-proud of without fucking killing himself over it like he has been#Because this kind of overwork crunch ethic has no upsides for anybody. It's bad for him and it's bad for The Walten Files and it's bad for-#-the community. no one benefits from this
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um so. here it is 👉👈 I've never written a fanfic before let alone posted one so I'm shy please be nice to me 😭
Son of Sam
After little Sammy has a disciplinary incident at school, Vimes finds a more enriching environment for his son.
G rated, 2,011 words, just vimes bein a dad :)
A rather nervous-looking young messenger was waiting at the door when Vimes got home.
“Er… Can I help you?”
The messenger startled into a stiff salute. “Your grace!” he said smartly. “I bring a message from the Primary Academy of Ankh! It has been requested that… erm…” he fumbled open the roll of parchment he had been holding. “The parents-slash-guardians of the student, er, Samuel Ramkin Vimes II, come to the office of the headmistress at once. We have a coach ready outside for you already, your grace,” he added as he rolled the parchment back up.
Vimes scoffed. ‘The Second’… Please. A title like that nearly made you forget the boy’s only eight years old. “Alright, what’s happened this time?”
“I don’t know, your grace. I’m only here to deliver the message.”
“Fine. And you really want both of us?” said Vimes, already making his way around the side of the house. “Sybillllll?” he called, in that sing-song voice used by all husbands everywhere looking for their wives.
He heard the explosion before he had even turned the corner. The backyard filled with a sharp, acrid, chemical smell that nearly would have made him retch if he wasn’t so accustomed to it already. He sighed at the charred black rosette that now decorated the lawn. Beyond it, in a wider blast radius, were… other bits of things.
A bulky figure nearly six and a half feet tall emerged from the dragon pen, decked head to toe in leather armor. “Oh dear, and he had nearly recovered from his case of slab throat…” she mumbled from behind her welding mask. She ducked back into the dragon pen for the shovel, too distracted to notice her husband on the periphery of the yard.
Vimes strode directly toward the carriage out front. “She’s busy. I’ll go by myself,” he said decisively to the messenger as he brushed past. The messenger considered protesting, but thought the better of it.
—
Vimes was ushered into a room half the size but almost as austere as the Oblong Office. Little Sam pouted in an adult-sized chair, grumpily swinging his legs back and forth. Vimes knew that look: the boy was in trouble for something. Sulking in the other chair with a bandaged nose was a boy who appeared the same age, though bigger-boned. Both of his parents were doting over him like a pair of storks brooding a rather large, and rather spoiled, egg. Vimes had been forced to socialize with these people at many a banquet or some such event, or at least this type of people, if not this particular couple. They all blended together in his mind anyway. He had yet to have a conversation with one of them that ended satisfactorily for both parties.
The headmistress greeted him primly from behind her desk and motioned for him to sit in the chair beside his son. “Thank you for coming, your grace. Her ladyship…”
“Couldn’t make it,” Vimes responded curtly. He swore he heard the other boy’s mother exhale derisively through her nose.
“I have called you here,” the headmistress continued, “because your Samuel has gotten into an… altercation with his classmate.” She spoke as though she were handling her words like a very fragile, very expensive heirloom vase.
Vimes turned to little Sam. “You got into a fight?” he asked, more conversationally than disapprovingly.
“I should hardly call that a fair fight!” the other boy’s father interjected. “It took two teachers to pull your little devil off our Thomas! He nearly bit his nose off!” Thomas began to whimper, and his mother cradled him in her arms while staring daggers at Vimes.
Vimes raised his eyebrows as he sized up the victim. He was taller and stockier than his attacker, but apparently that hadn’t helped him much. He turned back to his son, still without any trace of anger. “Why’d you do that, Sammy?”
“It doesn’t matter why he—” Thomas’s father began, but the headmistress held up a hand. “Let him answer,” she commanded.
“He took my spelling sheets from my homework daddy, ‘n he said that my daddy’s nuthin’ but a dirty scoundrel, said I’m ruinin’ the school ‘cause I’m dirty ‘n dumb like him, ‘n then he ripped all my papers up,” little Sam explained sullenly. Thomas whimpered again.
Vimes looked up to meet the father’s eyes with hawklike focus. “He really said that, did he? I wonder where he could have possibly gotten that idea from.”
The father’s features bubbled with the kind of indignation reserved for those who have just been accused of something they actually did. “Slander!” he blurted. “Not only is your son an aggressor, but a liar as well!”
The duke of Ankh stood up. “You’re calling my son a liar, is that it?” he nearly snarled the words.
“You grace—” the headmistress began.
“No, go on,” Vimes continued. “You think Sammy made up that little story, just to make you look bad? Your precious little Thomas would never have done something like that, oh no, because you’ve raised him properly, haven’t you?” He was practically toe to toe with the boy’s father now. He squared his shoulders and drew himself up to his full height, which unfortunately was still shorter than his opponent. He cracked a few menacing knuckles.
“Daddy, mama said you’re not s’posed to fight the other grownups at school anymore,” Sammy whined from his seat.
“I won’t be threatened by the likes of you,” the man spat. He leveled a self-important finger at VImes’s nose. “I won’t tolerate it. You and your son both owe us an apology for the injuries you have caused.”
“Oh, I’ll give you some injuries to apologize for, all right.”
The bureaucratic voice of the headmistress pierced through his haze of bloodlust like a letter opener. “Your grace, that is enough. To prevent another incident like this, you need to set a good example for your son. Children learn by imitating their parents.”
“Yes, I’m sure they do,” Vimes said pointedly without breaking eye contact with the nobleman. He took his son’s hand and led him out the door. “Come on, Sammy. We’re going home.”
“This isn’t over, Sir Samuel!” he heard the father call after him. “Her ladyship will be hearing of this, and she will not be pleased!”
Don’t I know it, Vimes thought.
—
Lady Sybil was, as predicted, not very pleased. “First I have to lay poor Lord Sharptalon Brightspark Blazeworthy VI to rest this afternoon, and now I hear both of you have gotten into a scuffle,” she sighed, and idly stirred her tea.
“News travels fast,” Vimes grumbled, not looking up from his own teacup.
“The headmistress was right, you know. He takes after you. He sees his father throw a punch or kick a shin, and figures that violence will solve all his problems.”
“It usually does.”
“Sam.”
“Sorry.”
“I spoke to the boy’s mother. She swears up and down that she has no idea why young Thomas would say those things about you.”
“‘Course she did. It’s all about appearances with these people. They’ll say whatever they want behind their expensive closed doors, but none of ‘em have got the spine to say it to your face.”
“As much as I agree with you, Sam, ‘these people’ are our people, even if you hate to think of them that way.”
“Still, good to know Sammy can hold his own in a fight.”
“Dear, I don’t think you’re taking the right lesson from this.”
Vimes grunted noncommittally.
“He just needs a different outlet for his aggression,” Sybil continued. “Something more…productive. Like an organized sport. The academy offers some rather robust athletic programs he could get into.”
Yes, organized sports… Sammy could wipe the floor with all those spoiled little brats, that was for sure. He needed a sport, but perhaps one that was less, well, organized.
—
“Daddy, you still won’t say where we’re going,” young Sam lamented.
“We’re almost there. Just a few more streets.”
After a few moments, Vimes heard the little voice from about twenty or thirty feet behind him. “Daddy, wait up! You’re going too fast!”
Vimes stopped. Damn. Without thinking, he had fallen into his normal Proceeding step.
“I’m tired of walking,” Sammy panted as he caught up.
Vimes almost laughed. Tired of walking? Then he realized. “You know, I ought to teach you how to walk properly. You swing your foot forward, like this. Get it right and you can keep going all day.”
Together they Proceeded, hand in hand this time to prevent another separation, to their destination. There it was…
Cockbill Street.
Gods, when was the last time I was here? thought Vimes. An investigation had led him back here some nine or ten years ago, but before that it must have been decades. The same peeling paint, the same worn cobbles, even the hopscotch game was still there…
“Where are we?” little Sam asked impatiently. “Looks like justa buncha ol’ houses.”
…And this was the first time the boy had ever seen it.
“Son, your old dad grew up in one of these old houses.”
“You used to live here?” Sammy looked doubtful. “They’re not as nice as our house.”
His father sighed. “Right you are. You’re awful lucky that your mother’s got a big fancy house and money to send you to a big fancy school. But you and I both know a big fancy school ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, is it?”
The boy’s face looked blank. A chorus of shouts and hollers turned his attention to a particularly rough-and-tumble football match taking place down the street, mostly boys a few years older than him.
Vimes nodded toward the game. “They don’t let you play like that at the Academy of Ankh,” he explained.
Sammy considered this as more shrieks and curses echoed off the decaying edifices. “But I dunno any of ‘em,” he pointed out.
“Doesn’t matter. Cockbill Street boys’ll toss a ball around with any little bugger who can force his way into a match. Just get in there and start running around, you’ll pick it up.”
He still looked unsure, but he ambled up to the pack as they were taking a time-out, as there looked to be some sort of hot dispute between the teams. He addressed a boy who was currently wrestling another into a headlock. “Lemme play,” he said simply. The boy in the headlock used the momentary distraction to wrench free and scamper off, sending a few other players to break off in pursuit.
“Who’re you?”
“My name’s Sammy, ‘n I wanna join. I can kick a ball real far.”
The older boy looked incredulous. He turned around to give a consulting glance to the others, who shrugged. “I s’pose we could use another player, since STUPID JOEY’S A THIEVIN’ BASTARD!” He addressed this last comment to the direction that Joey had run. “Jus’ try to keep up, since you look pretty small,” he added. And that was that.
Vimes leaned back against a crumbling wall and, more out of habit than anything else, lit a cigar. He watched the game intently. Indeed, young Sam had ingratiated himself seamlessly, dashing and darting and hollering to keep up with the fierce competition. Once he took a nasty spill, tumbling face first onto the cobblestones, and Vimes sucked his teeth sharply. But before he could move in to help his son, the boy jumped up with an alarming fierceness, completely unbothered by his bleeding nose and scraped knees, and made a mad dash to get back into the action.
Tonight he would be brought home covered in scrapes and bruises and a tear or two in his clothes, Vimes knew. Sybil wouldn’t exactly be overjoyed, but he figured he could convince her it’s no more dangerous than herding spontaneously explosive dragons as a hobby.
Vimes couldn’t help but smile. Whenever little Sammy got knocked down, a vengeful little gleam sparkled in his eyes, and just like a certain someone, he got right back up.
#discworld#sam vimes#samuel vimes#discworld fanfic#mine#sorry to my buddy sam from real life for the elliot smith song title i know its your song#DONT BE MAD AT ME PLEASE IT JUST SOUNDS GOOD AS A TITLE FOR THE STORY#also im sorry women. sybil kind of ended up as a Nagging Wife in this one :( shes just concerned for the wellbeing of her sams :(
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i got a new bear beanie to keep my head warms! and i just wanted to say hi's and that i wov you because i saw you were around!
"That is... Relieving to hear, I wish not a repeat of last time..."
#vision#whole ass cosmic deity#not the mainverse??#snow poff wife my beloved#wife will never not fail to concern this man#he worries for your wellbeing wife forever X'D#He thinks the bear beanie is cute and acceptable to keeping your head warm XDDD
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no u don't understand,,, when i'm back in atinyville chicago, i feel it
#𐀔𓂃 〝 hyde speaks !#got a few asks recently concerned abt me so pls take this as your trimonthly sign of my wellbeing#as always im desperately craving for the drive to create content at the same speed as i did back in 2021#but i fear i am forever destined to be the yg of atinville who locks my fics in basements and sucks at managing them#prepare for a mediocre comeback at some point this year <3
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I understand the instinct to hear news about something happening and go "ok, now how will this impact me", but folks. With the WGA strike. Please don't make it about your favorite show. I'm sorry something that's important to you has been negatively affected! But the wellbeing of writers should absolutely take priority over that. You can be sad about the impact of a strike and still be glad they're fighting for improved conditions.
#wolfy speaks#wga strike#writers guild of america#current events#its just kind of frustrating to go into the wga tag and seeing ppl talk exclusively about their shows being hurt by it#im sorry! i know its sad! but the human writers are more important rn!#that said it is absolutely an instinct to find out how a news thing inpacts you. i do it too. my first question when i learn something is#'how will this affect my day to day life?'#but then i move past that#some of yall are still in the 'prioritizing me' stage and you have to go to 'prioiritizng others' stage#that said if youre a fandom blog and explaining how the strike will likely affect whatever youre talking about you get a bit of leeway#wanting to understand what the impact of the strike will be is not the same as not caring about why theyre striking#sorry i know im rambling in the tags here... i feel like theyre room for nuance here and i dont want to come across otherwise#just. end of story. you should be more concerned with the wellbeing of the writers who are striking#than the wellbeing of your shows#human lives take priority#but you can be concerned for both
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i kinda wanna deactivate twitter again
#can someone tell me how to get away from gvf twitter while still getting the actual gvf content on my feed#it's just nonstop arguments over ther#get a fucking hobby omd#like it's actually concerning how often people are fighting on there that can't be good for your wellbeing
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i find it hilarious that your parents wouldn't let u watch violence but now you are watching titans level gore and my dad lets my siblings and i watch r-rated movies as long as there isn't excessive amounts of blood and guts or sex scenes and we all generally still avoid that stuff fhnshdnwbbd
to be fair when they didnt let me/my sister watch violence we were in like… elementary school and early middle school and got nightmares from fuckin casper the friendly ghost (me) and had to stop watching spirited away bc it was too scary (my sister). it just takes… desensitization!!
and also rip i dont think my parents cared abt sexual stuff bc we watched forest gump when i was SO young that i didnt even understand his… wife? ex-partner? had aids i though she was making a metaphore for being in love so i LAUGHED when she told him and my parents were just like. “wtf”
but yeah it is honestly so funny bc now that we’re both older they’ve just?? stopped having so many rules?? which is good i suppose.
#when i was watching the backrooms youtube series my mom was very concerned for my mental wellbeing but. she did not *make* me stop#she just suggested (i did not listen and i am fine)#she opporates on a very much ‘i trust your judgement’ and i respect that#ask#soryasongsaa#pen and ink#ALSO. we watched like. the first two episodes of the original star trek and the second one gave me INTENSE nightmares jesus christ#same w the second indana jones movie
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Hm having thoughts about Reze
#only through the 5th csm volume so I'm mainly just speculating here but like#idk how to feel about her#i mean they're making no secret of the fact that she's way more involved in this/knows more than she lets on#but that doesn't by definition mean she's a bad person or doesn't mean what she says?#like that guy going after Denji's heart was her adversary (though admittedly he had no idea who she was)#and while Typhoon obeys her she clearly didn't know about/disagrees with its plans#so I'd like to believe she's being genuine because this is the most concern about Denji's wellbeing we've ever seen from anyone#how I'm scared this will play out is like#Denji leaves with Reze -> its a trap and she's after his chainsaw heart -> Makima rescues him ->#the conclusion Denji comes to out of all this is#''oooh so its selfish to want someone who acts like my human rights should be a given not a privilege. I'm sorry 4 doubting u Miss Makima''#-> and Makima would go like ''well I'm glad you learned your lesson. You weren't a v good dog 2day but all that matters is ur safe now''#I wonder how much Makima knows of Reze. I wonder if she made her own date with Denji boring to help create this scenario in the first place#again this is all just my my speculation; I really HOPE Reze is a good person. let Denji have a nice day for a change#adrien says stuff#CSM#csm spoilers#csm manga spoilers#<- again I'm only through the 5th volume so pls don't spoil me about stuff beyond that
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ughghghghhhhhhhhh
#fiaposting#vent incoming!!! sorry lmao#i just like. i dunno. lemme talk a bit to fill in the space#before the tag readmore#ok ok ok ok this is probably good#anyway#FUCK#i really wish there was somewhere i could express. you know. ideation. and talk about past you know ideation#without people automatically thinking im some whiny little traumadumper#or getting worried and forcing ME to be concerned about THEIR wellbeing when IM the one whos struggling#or risking being reported or having the fucking authorities called on me or some shit#everyones like oh if youre feeling like that you should talk to a friend! uwu#oh you should call this number! bring it up to a therapist! uwu uwu uwu#they dont fucking get it#they dont fucking get that its not that simple and it never will be#i understand why the threat of being reported or involuntarily committed is always there#its supposed to be to save peoples lives#i get that#but in my case itll be what fucking does me in#because of that threat i will never open up to anyone and ill keep it all sealed in forever until it really does kill me#and no one SEES A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THAT#AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#im not gonna do anything rn dont worry about me i am just really upset lmao
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microdosing on gender by carrying things that are too heavy for me up the stairs
#don't tell my boss or his son whom he conscripted for today's Events#the other nonbinaries i trust. that child (affectionate)? no#he and my boss would tell me YoU hAvE tO sToP pUsHiNg YoUrSeLf AnD tAkE cArE oF yOuR nEeDs like a couple of compassionate so-and-sos#(<- this is of course joke. i love them and appreciate their concern for my safety and wellbeing)#(i just know i will Hurt tomorrow and that! is okay. god i cant believe theres another whole day before the weekend)#blah blah blah#it was a really really good day for me overall though
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Regarding your most recent post about kids w social media
Too freaking late, sorry?
oh dear
#you are always always always welcome on my blog no matter your age#im primarily concerned for your mental wellbeing dearest anon#thats the only sentiment#but i want you to live your best life and oh dear#all are welcome on this blog#unless you come to cause trouble#then please leave <3#thanks for the ask!#not fandom content
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hi jaiden i've missed u!! how are u?? saw a reply with you saying you've moved?? i wanna know what ive missed since ive been gone!! sending hugs <33
hey hello sorry for the late reply, i was so out of it yesterday i basically spent the whole day playing video games x_x but im doing okay!! and yessssss i moved about 2 and a half hours from my hometown into a bigger city, my boyfriend and i got an apartment here for his work almost exactly a month ago :D it's been really fun exploring the city when we have the chance to anyways, and i LOVE having our own space to do whatever we please, that alone has been such an amazing feeling. it's forced us to cook a lot too, we've been trying new recipes and most of them have turned out sooooo good!! the only downside is it gets a little lonely, since i only have one friend here, my boyfriend ;( and i'm honestly too scared to venture out and find new friends by myself lol. but, hopefully that feeling goes away once we're settled, and we'll meet new friends!!! besides that, it's really just been the same old stuff you know, i am perpetually big chillin <3 i hope you're doing really well!! whenever i get a lil minispam from you, followed by a sweet ask, it always makes me smile :-) i appreciate you a lot!! take care of yourself ok? sending lots of hugs back at u <3
#jade answers#pixelpaw#i really want to make new friends in real life but im so incredibly shy it actually amazes me how shy ive become#my boyfriend tried to take me to a party a few days ago bc he knows ive been really struggling#and i had a whole panic attack when we showed up lol it was awful#he was so incredibly sweet and supportive and he took me home without a single complaint. he was only concerned abt my wellbeing#im grateful that my one friend is my kind bf but it still gets lonely only having ONE friend u know :(#the majority of my social interaction comes from online. which isnt good because im also#too shy to interact with people online LMAO what im trying to say is im a hermit#it's so hard trying to make n maintain friendships when your attachment style is fearful avoidant but someone's gotta do it <3
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there's people over in booktok/booktube land reading 5,000+ pages per month. that's like. over 3 les mises. are y'all doing okay over there?
#this isn't me comparing my reading habits with theirs (I'm perfectly content reading a book or 2 a month)#this is me being concerned with their wellbeing cuz that cannot be healthy#are y'all eating? drinking? sleeping occasionally? tending to your work/schooling diligently?#rilla.txt#dl
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putting this here bc i don’t wanna rouse the marks on my maine but there’s something very fucked up about a dude who’s struggled with addiction and ended up with his life fucked up and ruined for a while, and who has been open that taking extreme bumps are what led to his addiction, who is now back to exhibiting worrying behavior such as fucking nose diving his career seemingly at random, go back to taking extreme bumps multiple times a week while obviously being sloppy about it and clearly hurting himself.
and the truly fucked up part is wrestling fans watching this and going WOW!!! THIS IS SO GOOD!!! THIS IS JUST LIKE WHEN I WAS A KID!!!! WE LOVE TO SEE HIM HAVE THE FREEDOM DO THIS DANGEROUS STUFF HE’S LITERALLY TALKED ABOUT REGRETTING DOING BECAUSE OF THE TOLL IT TAKES ON HIS BODY!!!!
like.
it’s fucking ghoulish is what it is, and i’m silently judging people that aren’t being critical about this.
#txt.txt#like if your first thought upon finding out jeff just fucking wandered out of an arena MID FUCKING MATCH was getting excited#about him ending up with dA gOoD gUyS rather than concern about his wellbeing that's fucked up and you're kinda fucked up#i'm not saying he IS on drugs again or drinking again bc that's not my place to say but i AM saying i don't like what i'm seeing#based on his past struggles and the problems w addiction.#i don't find joy watching him fling himself off a ladder onto steel steps and /miss/ where he /should/ be landing sorry <3
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babe u know that if you sleep too much it will actually make you feel more tired right. like laws of inertia kind of deal. a body at rest wants to stay at rest. (ive given myself headaches from sleeping too much, i stg)
like next time after you have your nap get up and walk around the house a lil bit. put some music on and have a little dance. cook a thing maybe, or change clothes just to put on new ones. it’s kinda like fixing your sleep schedule, if you just focus on being awake for a couple hours doing little tasks you might find that the urge to nap slowly gets pushed further and further back
hope u feel better and also maybe consider getting some more iron in your diet being unusually tired no matter how much you sleep can mean you have an iron deficiency ❤️❤️❤️❤️
This is how I sleep knowing that sleeping for so long will make me more tired
I can’t help it I’m just a nappilled snoozehead. God gives his hardests awakes to his sleepiest soldiers.
I am VERY aware that sleeping so much is. Not great. I invented staying at rest. I’m half asleep typing this. I’m so ready to go to sleep like. 20 minutes from now and then wake up at noon. Like real talk I’m kinda stuck in the middle because I have no energy to do things so I just sleep but then because I sleep so much I’ve got no energy to do things it’s a lose lose scenario I am taking L’s !!!!!!
Also I’m at least. 60% sure I’ve got iron deficiency. Idk. At the very least my diet is very poor so I’ve definitely got. Something going on. If I ate better it would probably help a lot but i actually cannot cook and also I’ve got no money so. Womp womp.
The most action I see in a day is going to work and if I can make it thru the day without collapsing I consider that a win
#in all seriousness. I will get my shit together when winter is over#life is so hard bed is so soft and warm what do you expect me to do#yawning and blinking sooo slowly rn#I know I’ve got to make a change but. uhm. not right now !#I appreciate the concern for my wellbeing tho#definitely has me thinking about how I will spend tomorrow#maybe I’ll stand outside for a minute and get some Sun and fresh air#I’ve gotten so pale from hiding inside that I’m practically translucent#I look like a ghost lmao#ah. things will sort themselves out I’m sure#thank you tho I will keep your words in mind#♡.mail box
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