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#I NEED A FUCKING XANAX
keyofjetwolf · 2 months
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Me: nervously submits a pull request for all the work I've been doing for the past month involving multiple apis and internal connectors I've built from scratch and just so so much opportunity for extreme fuckupage
My boss: minutes later approves and merges everything in one giant sweep WHILE IN A MEETING SO I KNOW DAMN BLOODY WELL YOU DIDN'T LOOK AT EVEN A SINGLE LINE
I appreciate the vote of confidence here but Code Father why must you refuse to aid me in avoiding your disappointment why do you leave this door open Code Father please
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slaygentford · 1 year
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tár is not only so funny it’s so stressful. This is straight horror. All that’s happened so far is an interview and a masterclass and I need a Xanax
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babyceejay777 · 3 months
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so i’ve been fasting .. and my mom threw out my fucking dumpling sauce .. i literally said “okay i’ll just continue to actually starve.” and when you read “mom” you should understand that as “a roommate that gave birth to me”.. she threw away shjt she didn’t pay for without reason and she’s driving me insane i want out of this whole fucking state of arkansas .
in the past two days i’ve had a protein drink and maybe one whole sandwich. im dropping weight like crazy but she still throws my food away…. okay✅
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hungerpunch · 22 days
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i see even comedy that doesn't typically "punch down" has circled back around to using crackhead/crackwhore as a joke. i'm so exhausted by you all. you are so cruel, so casually callous, it's worrisome. you don't realize how easily that could be you. you think you're so superior, so pure, so intelligent as if addiction cares about how smart you are or what you do in life. as if this entire country (usamerica) is not machinated in a way to get people hooked on painkillers. as if the docuseries industry isn't busting with expositions that reveal the wide-ranging sprawl of addiction here and exactly how manipulated we have been. as if loads of people in "white collar" jobs aren't addicts. as if loads of stay at home parents aren't addicts. as if addicts can't have pearly smiles and collect a paycheck. as if there's any real merit between the person who got into a party drug as an impressionable kid then couldn't stop and the lawyer who started doing coke to stay awake for 80-hour workweeks then couldn't stop and the unsuspecting patient who was prescribed opioids by a doctor then couldn't stop. there's not. no one is better than anyone else. addiction is leveling. equalizing.
and the worst part is you are one, too, you up there on your high horse. you're addicted to something. something in this world has its claws in you, its grip on you, that you want to stop but can't, that you could not stop without support. so shut up. shut the fuck up. the people you call crackwhores, meth heads, junkies, etc. they are real fucking people. we are real fucking people just like you. we are real people who deserve your fucking respect and compassion. we are just people who are trying to exist within a system that is trying to eat us alive, just like the rest of you. it's not cute. it's not fucking cute. it's not cool. stop fucking laughing.
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prismatoxic · 6 days
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i gotta call my mom and thank her for the teeth of steel i was apparently born with
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angelnumber27 · 3 months
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a normal dosage of a benzo would save my fucking life but nope. I’m labeled an addict and that means no matter what I do or how long I stay clean I will never be able to access medications that I genuinely need. It’s extremely frustrating and part of me wishes I’d not been so honest. But I was just trying to get help. I was honest because I needed to be honest and I needed to get clean. I didn’t think then that it would prevent me from getting working adhd/anxiety meds.
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1327-1 · 5 months
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unmedicated anxiety disorder person befuddled by brain doing the disorder
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h-f-k · 4 months
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A FLYING roach got into my living room, lost it for about 5 minutes (both my sanity and the fucking roach) and then i hit it so hard with the floor squeegee that i broke it
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pyrriax · 4 months
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wdym its the 22nd already. what.
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natjennie · 9 months
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I can think of at least three prescription medications cap should be taking like there's no way modern alive au captain does not have a huge fucking old man pill caddy.
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monocytogenes · 6 months
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A Calculated Risk - read on ao3
Injured and traumatized after taking down Ardun Kothe, Cipher Nine flees from Imperial Intelligence and calls upon the only friend he has left. Vector asks him to reconsider his choices.
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He wiped at his nose, searching for words. “You ever had sleep paralysis? Where you wake up partially and you’re seeing things going on around you, and you can’t move?” “We know of this, yes.” “That, but you’re fully awake. They tell you to stay, and you’re frozen. They tell you to go, and—” He swallowed. “You’re trapped in your head watching it happen. Can’t even scream.” He looked towards the wall. “SIS got the trigger word. I don’t know how—one of them’s on the lam, they’re saying he’s got some other allegiance—but frankly, I don’t give a kark. For my part, I’ve fixed it; I took a hit of the chemicals and rewired my own brain because I had no other choice. And no amount of begging on Keeper’s part is going to change the fact that the people whom I trusted, the people whose job it was to be my lifeline, to be there for me whilst I’m running about hostile territory, doing what they don’t even have the guts to do, put me in that position.” His voice caught; he motioned frenetically at himself. “I gave them six years, Vector. Six years of my life! I was loyal, I was good, I saved thousands of people, and this—this is how they repay me. Fine work, Cipher, you piece of rubbish. None of that meant anything at all.” He let his hand drop, breathing unsteadily, his chest heaving. Vector touched his arm, leaned into the choppy sea of his aura. “You know it did. As do we. Those lives, those songs rescued—the universe sings all the more beautifully because of you.” Nine’s features contorted with grief. “Fuck.”
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babyceejay777 · 7 months
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literally just clawed tf out of my boyfriend cause i was having a nightmare that some man was in my bathroom, so i tried to jab his eyes with my long ass nails .. he yelled so i’d wake up and chill but my bf hasn’t rolled over yet i hope i didn’t get his face. i’ve just been laying here sweating now😭
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explanationpoint · 7 months
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witchey · 1 year
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they should make cigarettes that don't kill you. nobody say vaping btw it just isn't the same
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cannibalkissies · 7 months
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I'm abt to apply to so many places tomorrow and then go to my therapy office and request an emergency appointment because girl......
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jellypawss · 1 year
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locked out of my steam and yahoo is trying to charge to me regain access to my email :)
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