#literally can’t sleep without it

[serqphites]

me laying in bed reading @gingerjolovers writing before i go to sleep

[mo0nagedaydr3am]

LMAO WILL AND NICO HAVING A SLEEPOVER EXCEPT WHEN ITS ACTUALLY TIME TO SLEEP WILL IS LIKE YOU DONT HAVE A NIGHT LIGHT?!?! AND NICO IS LIKE NO??? AND WILL RUNS ALL THE WAY TO THE APOLLO CABIN JUST TO GET HIS NIGHT LIGHT BECAUSE HES SO USED TO HAVING IT AND NOW HE CANT SLEEP WITH OUT IT AHJHGJHGSI 😭😭

[sarafangirlart]

“Can you imagine a worse fate than Medusa” I can actually think of ten women who had a worse fate than Medusa

[waltricia]

Literally.

[bubbledtee]

i say i’m normal and then put on my nightly jerma stream for sleep ambience

[alluralater]

hey everyone, i won’t be as active for a while. got home last night super late after being on the road for 20 some odd hours. dealing with some family things and as an older sister, my priority of taking care of my siblings comes first before anything else. being on here is amazing for me but i don’t think i’ll have much time for it. reminder to please treat those in your life who are battling addiction with patience and care. i lost my older brother (sweetest person i’ve ever known and he remained that way up until his last night) to suicide and alcoholism, trauma and ptsd, depression and his feelings of hopelessness. talk with the people you care about. another of my siblings is dealing with the same and i refuse to let it escalate to such a terrifying end twice in less than a fucking year. remind the people you care about that there are beautiful things to live for. show them kindness and love. there is all kinds of misinformation out there but know this, you can make a difference for someone. don’t let them suffer in silence.

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

I passed a very agitated night; my mother, returning to the house, had spoken to my father of the conversation she had just had with M. Le Bas; I admit to my shame that, from a room next to theirs, I heard their conversation. My father seemed happy; but my mother still wanted to marry off my sisters before me. Finally, I heard my father call our good friend: he was so good that we loved him better than a brother. My father informed him of the subject of the conversation and told him: “My friend, it’s our Élisabeth, our scatterbrain, that M. Le Bas is asking us in marriage.” – “I congratulate you on it,” he replied, “so much the better. Élisabeth will be happy; my dear friend, don’t hesitate for a moment: Le Bas is the worthiest of men by all accounts; he is a good son, a good friend, a good citizen, a man of talent; he’s a distinguished lawyer.” That good Maximilien seemed happy to see me asked in marriage by his compatriot and pleaded in our favor with my parents; he added: “This union will, I believe, make for Élisabeth’s happiness; they are in love; they will be happy together.” He praised me and my good friend; my mother made a few more objections on my distractedness; but our friend assured her that I would be a good wife and a good housekeeper. It was almost one in the morning when he retired to his room, wishing my father and mother a good night. I then heard my father say: “There is no reason to hesitate after the way Robespierre has just praised his friend.” Our good mother loved her children equally; she feared, in marrying her youngest daughter first, to harm the eldest; my father thought otherwise and said: “If they are in love, must we delay their happiness! No, wife, we must put prejudice aside and consent to this union.” My good mother appeared disarmed then and said to my father: “Well then! My friend, until tomorrow; he will come to ask for your consent.” I heard no more speaking and went to bed, but quite sadly, for I feared that some difficulty would arise. I did not sleep much, and that night seemed very long to me; I awoke before daybreak. At nine o’clock precisely I saw my friend arrive. God! How my heart pounded! I was at that moment ironing in the dining room. He passed close to me and said, taking my hand and holding it tenderly: “Courage, my friend!” He entered the salon where my father awaited him. I heard only these words: “You know, citizen, what brings me the pleasure of seeing you. You will have been told of my wish to enter your family; you know that the one I love is the last of your daughters; if not for a long illness from which I have just recovered, I would have asked you sooner. Having had the occasion to meet your daughter several times, I believed from my observation that she understood and shared my sentiments; but, having fallen ill, I could no longer see her. Judge of what I must have suffered during almost two months of absence.” After a rather long conversation, the rest of which I did not hear, my father called me to him and said to me severely that because of my lack of confidence in my mother, he would never consent to my marriage; he gave me a long lecture until I was sobbing. At last, my beloved came to me and told me not to make myself ill, to console myself, that my good father would pardon me and that my dear parents had consented to our union. Judge my happiness! I could not believe it; my friend was so good, so sweet-tempered, so caressing, that my father told him: “Well then, I want to make for my daughter’s happiness; I give her to you with all my heart: she’s a good little girl; she will make you happy, I hope.” What joy for my friend! We ran to embrace my father and my good mother, who cried with tender feeling. The good Robespierre came to share our happiness; that good friend said to me: “Be happy, Babet, you deserve it; you are made for each other.” Then my father, Robespierre, Le Bas and my mother took chocolate together while I returned to my work; the conversation lasted until after eleven o’clock.

Memoirs of Élisabeth Le Bas (1843)

Wow, you’re a real jerk here, Maurice.

[spaceysiamese]

Thinking about this quote recently

[solace-seekers]

screaming into the void <3

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

3 hours, medium psychological damage, and 1 klonopin later and i can proudly say i made it through that 32 minute video. there is nothing that you can’t achieve in this life 😤💪

[gunnerina]

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[angelnumber27]

Last night I made a list of all the ways drinking has been negatively effecting me, my relationships, those around me, my body and mind, and my life as a whole recently.

There are 45 separate things listed on there so far

[foxilayde]

Imagine getting up early on Nathan Bateman’s birthday to make him breakfast.

It’s early af and you’re getting everything prepped to make him crêpes and he comes into the kitchen all bleary eyed like “wtf are you doing honey?” Surveying the messy kitchen.

You tell him to go back to bed bc you were gunna make him breakfast. And he grabs you from behind, nuzzles into your neck sleepily, kisses your robed shoulder, “Kyoko can make it.” And then you get in a tiny giggling argument over who he thinks is the better cook “me or Kyoko?”.

Nathan sighs like he just realized he’s not going back to sleep anytime soon. “Baby. She’s a fucking algorithm. She’s the greatest chef in the world times a thousand.”

“Nathan that is so rude!”

“Rude? Honey. Please. It’s 5am. Come back to bed. Baby, please. Hey, what’s the problem?”

“There’s nothing I can give you today that you can’t already do or get for yourself!”

“Baby that’s not true, you give me the biggest pounding headaches I’ve ever had. Promise. Now, bed.”

“It’s your birthday and I’m trying to do something nice…”

“Oh shit, you’re right. In that case, as birthday boy, I command you to go back to bed. Don’t worry about your fuckin waffles—“

“Crêpes”

“Sure whatever. Kyoko will figure it out.”

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else

[napping-sapphic]

honestly pretty sure that if even one more man winks or gives me that creepy deliberate up and down Look™️ at work i might just start crying on the spot

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool