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My subconscious has been fighting sleep for about four days now and my regular-conscious is fucking EXHAUSTED. I honestly kept pulling myself out of sleep last night for no reason and it was the most frustrating thing. Ugh.

Do your thing, sleep meds.

bbgood dishing the best advice, as usual.

bbgood dishing the best advice, as usual.

I miss livejournal. I just wanna talk to the internet for a while and maybe use a friends list or something, ya know?

Today is hard.

SO I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO GO TO MY ROOM TO SLEEP AT MY PARENTS HOUSE FOR SOME REASON & I JUST FINALLY MADE MY SELF GO UP AND THERE WAS A HUGE LIKE… BASEBALL SIZE BLACK BLOB ABOVE MY WINDOW AND THE LIGHT DOESN’T WORK IN THAT ROOM SO I TURN ON MY PHONE FLASHLIGHT AND IT WAS MOVING A LITTLE AND THEN I REALIZED IT WAS A

HUGE
GROUP
OF
WASPS

holy fuck im so creepy crawly now whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

I have things in my brain that I want to get out but I don’t feel I have the means to, or don’t know how to, or simply don’t know if I can.

The two bubbling closest to the surface lately are an idea for a children’s book (does anyone know anything about the process of making a children’s book?), and an idea for a resource/source of support for young adults struggling with certain aspects of mental illness that I feel are underrepresented and that I struggled to (and continue to struggle to) find support for. Who KNOWS how I’d even go about doing that second one. Hmmph.

fineryandfilth:

threefoldsin:

✌️

Oh boy…

fineryandfilth:

threefoldsin:

✌️

Oh boy…

brooklynboobala:

sudetuzlak:

Ballerina

FAT TATTOOED BALLERINA <3

brooklynboobala:

sudetuzlak:

Ballerina

FAT TATTOOED BALLERINA <3

threefoldsin:

Butt and legs and tattoos and me.

threefoldsin:

Butt and legs and tattoos and me.

catay:

Sometimes a work in progress looks like art on its own. 

catay:

Sometimes a work in progress looks like art on its own.