me when the disability disables me: oh what the fuck? this sucks. what the hell man!
(via hasanyoneseenmyspoons)
love House MD because House is the MAIN CHARACTER at that hospital and there’s no attempt to hide this. as the viewer you are fully aware that those nurses in the elevator are just extras. the boss’s entire schedule consists of yelling at him. the head of oncology would rather prescribe him controlled meds and flirt than practice oncology. his team’s only desires are to fuck him and strangle him, often at the same time. every other doctor at the hospital might as well be a cardboard cutout.
the walls are glass, the better to see him through. he limps around, commits malpractice, and serves cunt.
long live mid-2000s TV.
(via hasanyoneseenmyspoons)
Your soulmate will know exactly how to treat you, don’t settle.
I might be a lot to handle, but I’m a lot to lose too.
“Oh boo hoo you shouldn’t ask your friends for favors we’re all adults”
I just spent three hours pulling up carpet and staples for a friend’s home renovation and we all did nothing but chat and joke and have wonderful conversation the whole time.
Helping somebody move or renovate or giving them a ride to the airport is functionally the same as going mini-golfing or playing a board game: it’s an activity that you do that is made more fun by having good company, and which provides something to talk about when the conversation lulls.
“Shared joy is double joy, but shared sorrow is half a sorrow.”
(via hasanyoneseenmyspoons)
not even in a sexual way but i’m just craving affection because i feel like crap i just want someone to hug me for a couple of hours and tell me i’m going to be okay
(via bisquitt)
god i just think i need to accept that depression is chronic for me in a very real and life-limiting way. it has been here for as long as i can remember and no therapist or medication or epiphany has ever made it shift. those things have their place and i think taking responsibility for my mental health is important. but i also think i could have everything i’ve ever wanted and still feel this bone-deep weariness and exhaustion, day in day out. it is literally just the innate state of being i exist in, it’s just how my brain works. like being right-handed or something
If you meet someone with chronic pain and you think, “wow, they’re so chill, I didn’t even realize they were in pain”–please know that within me lives the rage of every war god.
(via cbspoons)
every day i carry the heavy knowledge that i need to go to the supermarket