>be me. in bed at 11pm. cozy after watching movie and walking a lot today. fully in pajamas. very sleepy may go hiking tomorrow. yawning. checking my phone. new message. invited to a rocky horror screening. Oh thats cool when is it. In an hour. Oh okay. It’s 30 minutes away by transit. I guess i’m going
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can’t tell if I’ve posted something like this before but
the inherent fantasy and yearning for a Star Trek future when you’re someone who’s chronically ill and dealing with a particularly bad flare — something about the fantasy of being beamed into a starfleet medbay, given a hypospray, and feeling all the pain, discomfort, soreness, and all other flare symptoms melt away as futuristic utopian medicine makes you healthy again, maybe even getting rid of the chronic illness altogether, and being comforted by a softspoken doctor who will hold your hand and stay beside you until even the lingering exhaustion fades
*yearns*
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Because I truly have arrived at a point where I do not give a fuck about what anyone thinks of me, the moment we are back in Sweden, I am going to embrace my own Victorian obsession and start wearing garments both inspired by the era AND era-appropriate.
I am a 33-year-old woman too fed up with the world to give two shits, so I am going to just do what makes me happy, and to hell with anyone that dares to burst my bubble.
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I don't wanna work today...!! I hate the fact we live in a society which work means having money to live BUT it also means you're tired all the time and spending so many of your hours working....WHY 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀
But I'm off tomorrow, so at least there's that 🤡
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“mutual bond” “stocks” “roth ira” “aggressive growth” “investment pac“
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