Sleep... Need... Bed... Sleep... Ughh... *passed out*
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I had a long day, please gimme kisses in my inbox
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I literally pass out in the kitchen last night and hit my head off the floor cuz I’ve been so anxious and stressed lately. Lucky I didn’t crack my skull open I just have a big bruise and lump. It hurts pretty badly but I’m happy I’m ok.
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Found this in my camera roll.
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“How- how does one sleep without fanfic?” Y/n whispers from under a pile of blankets, their scared eyes shining with tears.
The elder feels a tug in their chest at the sight. Once, it had been them in that position, asking there elders that same thing.
They reach out, gently running a hand through y/n hair. “There is no one answer.” They whisper. “When I was young, my elders told me to just close my eyes and write my own.”
“Did it work?” The young one asked softly, not wishing to disturb there elder from their thoughts.
The elder looked at them with haunted eyes, “For awhile, yes.”
The silence lingered between them for a minute, broken only by the crickets from outside. It was a clear night tonight, and any other day they would be curled up close as they could get to it without leaving there bed, phone gripped tight as they drifted into the arms of Morpheus.
Finally there elder spoke again, there voice low and filled with pain. “As the nights dragged on, it wasn’t enough. A million scenario’s rushed through my head as I wondered if I’d ever finish those stories or if I’d have to live with my own endings for them. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“What did you do?”
The elder smiled grimly. “I gave in. I opened Tumblr and dived into the snippets and like minded readers, all of us sharing our pain. It eased something inside of me. To know I wasn’t alone. That even if AO3 never returned, the fandoms wouldn’t die.”
Y/n shifted restlessly when the elder didn’t continue right away. “Well? Then what happened?”
Y/n blinked as there elder looked at them with joy shining in those ageless eyes, having expected reprimand for there impatience.
“It came back.”
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Last night i am in the middle of painting,so my head is full of thought like 'what color even is this ' 'i should make it darker' and 'which color go with other' etc yk the usual but a bit loud one,and then i need to sneeze.
what my brain think is logical to do instead of just fucking sneeze normaly is to hold my left hand up into the 'wait' motion very politly to god dame ceiling.
like,WOW,thank u,very nice of me to signal me that myself doesn't mean to interrupted when i am talking*sob*
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I'm so ridiculously tired that I now feel like I have a ton of energy which is a problem because I really should really get some sleep.
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