Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.
No, don’t read the dub-con fic. You’re going to feel terrible, and disgusting. Stop!
Oh but it looks interesting and I really can handle it. Besides I’m sure it’s nice, why would people ever do bad things? Especially fictional people.
*spends the next twelve hours listless, going over the plot*
Why do you insist on doing this to yourself?!
trying to type tumblr in my address bar and typing timbre instead. this assignment is doing my head in :(
I wanted to write this to tell other women that the decision to have a mastectomy was not easy. But it is one I am very happy that I made. My chances of developing breast cancer have dropped from 87 percent to under 5 percent. I can tell my children that they don’t need to fear they will lose me to breast cancer.
It is reassuring that they see nothing that makes them uncomfortable. They can see my small scars and that’s it. Everything else is just Mommy, the same as she always was. And they know that I love them and will do anything to be with them as long as I can. On a personal note, I do not feel any less of a woman. I feel empowered that I made a strong choice that in no way diminishes my femininity.
Leo no, don’t release Valentino out into the wild. Leo no. You’re going to give people heart attacks.
Che? I’m afraid I do not understand.
DaVinci’s demons makes more sense now.
- me at school: omg when i get home i've got to do loads of shit like finish that project and read that book omg i need to review for that test too omg so much to do
- me at home: