Ask me questions I’m bored
a bij rly do be needing ice cream after every doc’s appointment huh 💆🏻♀️
bees are so cool but just plz stay away from me before I break down crying plz im begging
The more i look at the list of artists who got thanos snapped the sadder i get
why the hell did it take ea 7 years to finally release bunk beadds? why did it take 7 years for them to release these “kits” or whatever the hell they are? like why wait so long? maybe they’re trying to bring back simmers or something since no one is falling for their scams anymore, but idk….
So I just realised my ask box was closed this whole time.
I am dumbass. 🤣
I know I say this and then cave the next day (lol) but my mental health is once again not great so going to stay off tumblr for a few days until my brain has calibrated back again to functioning :/
ah man ghost asks again
picked up this piece today, it was done by a local artist in the 60′s. there’s definitely some wear, but i adore it nonetheless.
[bonus photo of my cat. ‘cause i love him.]
i hate when my sleep schedule cycles around to like a normal person’s sleep schedule. i feel like i’m wasting so much time going to bed at 1am & not like…5am. relax melanie i promise nothing that can’t be done later is going to happen
The costumes are so good in Sounder omg
Sorry if this blog’s been kinda dead lately. I low-key be going through it. I’m okay, and I really appreciate you all. ❤️
I’m a bit tipsy so if I gush on here then it’s simply because I cant bottle up emotions when I drink 💜
I just wrote the line “a young boy follows a bumblebee” and my heart went
Here’s the problem. I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I already feel stressed about it.
Honestly, I’m tired, and all I want is to get fucked into my mattress and then kissed so softly I melt into a puddle.
it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t fucking matter, so get your head out of that goddamn cycle and focus on facts. breathe. get some sleep. you’ve been up for almost 24 hours again. you can’t keep doing this, you are destroying yourself. you will be alright. its not as bad as you think. just get some rest kacchan.
I think the weird thing about grief are the conversations you have in your head. When it was my dad, I wondered if I’d been a better daughter that it would’ve pierced through different.
With my dog, it’s this wild, wild thing of knowing I carry more love inside of me than I want to admit. I want to smother people with love and I want to be smothered with it. I want to be loved so hard and let it pour out in abundance.
I both want to scream and never utter another sound.