The phrase 'to carry a child' is to me such an unbearably tender description. You're carrying it? Nurturing and protecting it? Freely giving it what it needs until it is ready for birth? 'Going to have a baby' speaks of the hope of promise, but 'carrying a baby' gives the same implication to me, only with an added beauty of what is happening immediately as well as the future.
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One of my favorite things about being in my early 20s is that I'm starting to understand that I can use things not for their intended purpose. When you're growing up, you get told what an object is and what its intended purpose is, and as a kid/teen, I just accepted all of it at face value. As a young adult it's finally clicking that I can simply do things a different way if it makes me happier. Sure, I was taught that you stand to take a shower, but there's nothing stopping me from just sitting if I don't feel like it, ya know? I might have always had my medication in the kitchen, but if I'm no longer remembering to take it, I can just move it somewhere where I can remember. You don't have to specifically store all food in the kitchen, you can have a little snack cart or snack station in another room.
The downside to finding out the various ways you can use objects is that you develop habits that would probably go on an r/relationships post where everyone says you're a little freak.
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The thing about being a bitch and a hater is that you need to be charismatic about it for people to still like you somehow. And most importantly you need to be a poor little meow meow people will want to help see win.
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Me in 2021:
Me now:
I've been on a closed loop system since 2022 and it's the first thing that's actually worked to get my blood glucose down permanently.
(I use the Dexcom/Tandem T:slim system)
I gifted myself an Apple Watch last year to track my health better, but it also allows me to show my blood glucose on the screen. Which is an oddly sentimental element, because when I was 6 and first diagnosed with Type 1 my grandmother said: "One day you'll be able to see your blood glucose on a watch, you mark my words!"
It might not be quite what either of us imagined, but hey gramma, I can see it on my watch now :')
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It's crazy how wearing at least 1 piece of clothing that doesn't make me want to hang myself feels kinda good sometimes who would've guessed?
IT'S TOO BIG MAKE IT SMALLER I DON'T WANT IT TO TAKE UP MY ENTIRE MONITOR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Still kinda look bad, but like slightly less bad than average! If I don't remember to stop walking in circles and delete this within an hour I'll die a painful gory death and my corpse will idk I didn't think of an end to this sentence I'm just procrastinating posting this. I would just, not post it but I NEED to gain more confidence in looking at pictures of myself and mirrors and also not hiding all evidence of my physical existence.
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Hey folks, coming with another little update since the last post ;; I’ve been released from the hospital a awhile ago, I’m feeling better and my body managed to evade absolute disaster. Stuff was really fucking bad, and with how there’s literally no effective treatment beside awful surgery or unbearable compromise with this garbage illness, I just...Said fuck it. I am going to unapologetically and enthusiastically work against this mess, living my life walking forward, and doing my best to keep myself healthy, happy, and heal my own terms. Im going to be alright, no matter what. Now lets get back to the artsty shenanigans, my beloveds ;_;)
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