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#but I am so fucking tired
lavenoon · 9 months
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reblog art, goddamnit
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mmhawkes · 2 months
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this has been a long few weeks and I am tired
My mom was diagnosed with cancer, there is still a long way to go with this process
She has to keep her job because health insurance, but they say she has not been there long enough to qualify for their Family Medical Leave program
One of my elderly cats’ kidneys are failing
One of the three people I consistently spend time with (both at work and outside of it) is moving to Illinois
I have not had the time (or money) to get my Dad something nice for his 70th birthday — which is Monday (we’re going to be spending the day at the oncologist anyway)
One of the cats managed to turn the water on while we were asleep and run down the well, so we have been without water while we wait for it to fix itself
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inphront · 1 month
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you can tell someone’s political leaning by explaining scrupulosity ocd to them. the leftists will say “no that actually just sounds like being a horrible person to me” and the conservatives will say “wow i’m so sorry that seems awful and exhausting have you tried just not having a moral compass?”
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bilestat · 10 days
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tatianaluz · 3 months
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Me: There are no dentists near me that take medicaid. I wonder if I can just get a dental plan.
The answer is apparently not because, when you then try to use medicaid to get a therapy appointment, your dental plan comes up as a third-party insurance.
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terrainofheartfelt · 6 months
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I got screamed at on the commute to and from work today so I think I’m gonna log off and just write and/or craft for the rest of the evening xoxo
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knight-engale · 7 months
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Does anyone have a cure for emotional exhaustion/fatigue and depression
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catcatb0y · 2 years
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I'm not even tired, I'm just exhausted
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mass-convergence · 1 year
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Yay time to go to work.
Yayyyyyyyyyyy
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girlscience · 2 years
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some days i am willing to give my parents so much slack. so many excuses. and other days i hear my coworker talk about her kid and realize good parents don't raise kids who are scared of them.
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ourbastardofsorrows · 1 month
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i’m endlessly fidgeting. i’m fatigued. i am a being of contradictions
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rabidpunkradio · 2 months
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if you have nonbinary friends , please ask them what their personal gender looks like to them before assigning your idea of nonbinary to them . not all nonbinary people use they/them , not all nonbinary people are gender neutral , not all nonbinary people are genderless , not all nonbinary people are androgynous , some people under the nonbinary umbrella dont even call themselves nonbinary . the whole thing about nonbinary is that its not a set thing . it's not another box , its a placeholder for a billion unique experiences
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strawberri-syrup · 10 months
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i am so frusturated and overwhelmed that i want to scream and cry but i know thats just because i got 4 hours of sleep and worked an 8 hour shift and stressed about dorm stuff and now have to fill out medical paperwork and everything is ok and fine
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theswedishpajas · 1 year
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Just take it from me.
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amelia-yap · 20 days
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warrior
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ghouljams · 6 months
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You know Ghost has to be the best fucking pillow. He's a giant of a man, beefy and strong, with a nice warm layer of softness covering his muscles. He's a radiator of heat. Laying on the couch, can hardly fund one that's long enough his feet don't hang off the edge, you just want to drape yourself on top of him. Snoozing against his chest, your legs tangled with his, he drags his fingers up and down your spine soothing you deeper to sleep.
Sleep is so hard for Ghost to come by, but he's happy to be of service for you. And maybe he even finds himself dozing, his fingers trailing slower and slower until his head drops to the side, his eyes too heavy to keep open any longer. He naps on the couch with you, snoring as you raise and lower with each intake of breath into his barrel chest. Neither of you have ever been safer, neither of you less alone, neither of you have slept better than you do right now.
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