I recently bought biker jeans. These are the best, they help so much with my social anxiety it's nice to have something that I can use as tactile relief and I can listen to instead of getting overestimulated by music
Bring you spiritual marshmallows, our pastor is on fire.(I saw this at one of our neighborhood churches what the ACTUAL fuck.)
I wish I had some fucking useful medication,
like cyanide.
I know this is The Great Recession but, it's should be could The 2nd Great Depression because I'm still here.
My dad keeps going on about how he left the damn sprinkler on all night because he was tired from the gym.
Fucking first world problems.
Anybody want this kind of life too? 🥺
Dealing with shit is like should I kill them or myself?
Baba, my father, has chronic leukemia. On Wednesday, he received a bone marrow transplant. Today begins his fourth day of chemotherapy. The insurance will not cover the mandatory 100 days he will be staying in the hospital nor the hospital’s hotel room, where he must be looked after 24/7.
Please, please, if you are able, please consider donating & reblogging to help my father.
paypal.me/dareenm venmo: @dareenm cashapp: $cashdrn
(Photos taken before the transplant, one in hospital & the other while holding my father in the hotel room the night before he checked into the hospital for the next 3+ months.)
I’m really, really frightened.