"quick Meal For When You're Low On Spoons!" *involves Chopping Vegetables* *uses A Stove* *includes Condiments*

Sorry I Spent all mY spoons this week already and it's fucking Tuesday. We're heading to the knives

chronic pain diagnoses are all like yeah we don't know what this is or why it happens. we also don't know how to treat it. good luck out there soldier

A friend and I were discussing what we're like when we're sick and we decided people usually fall into one of these five 'sick modes': *Everyone is probably multiple of these at different times depending on how sick they are and with what but we think most people have a mode they default to and become more often than the others*

Delicate Consumptive Victorian: you feel tragic and mournful but also beautiful in a sad way, you are in bed, sipping hot tea, others should quietly whisper about how you are too good for this world, too beautiful, too tragic... And bring you more tea

Sick Dog: you are curled up in a ball, you don't want anything, you don't need anything, but it would be nice if others could still ask you if you need anything

Sickly Child Emperor: you are dying and it's everyone else's problem, you need pillows, no! you need soup, no! You need absolute silence or you will not be the first one to die today

Plague Pit: you are curled up probably on the floor, no one touch you, no one look at you, this is between you and God and you already know He has no mercy left for you

Warrior General: you are not sick. You are in perfect health and you don't know why anyone would think otherwise. Illness is an enemy that can be intimidated and you must remain strong for your men! (You are going to pass out at the most inconvenient moment possible)

I wish I was at the Dirty Deranged Dungeon For Perverts and not lying in bed sick like a dog

one thing i do love about being obviously trans is seeing the unbridled wonder at my existence in the eyes of a child whose parent is staring at me like they're going to kill me once we all leave the store

I've been looking into the job market and it seems like the only viable career path nowadays is becoming a demon swordsman.

oooohb its gettibg bad aagajn

I think if she pulled me into a bathroom, pressed me against the wall and started kissing me it’d fix all my problems actually

Adulthood isn’t bad, it’s just the labor of maintaining your existence under capitalism in isolation that sucks