there is no day so long it can’t be made better by coming home to someone this happy to see me (no, I swear those are happy noises).
so i finally read allegiant today & can i just say that i am way less upset about [insert major spoiler here] than i am about the fact that there is like, NO amar/george fic?!? on THE WHOLE INTERNET??!?!?
I EVEN LOOKED ON FANFICTION.NET AND MOST OF THE TIME I TRY TO FORGET THAT PLACE EVEN EXISTS.
the thing about finally being on anti-anxiety meds/anti-depressants is like, how much of the residual crap is due to maybe needing a higher dosage and how much is just because i lived without meds for so long that i’m stuck in the habit of not being able to deal with things/having a huge guilt complex about literally everything?
(i guess this is what people have therapists for?
but no thank you.
You don’t know true frustration until you’ve dug several times through a pile of black clothing, in order to find a SPECIFIC article of black clothing.
#are they leggings are they cardigans where is my tank top#oH HERE IT IS no this is a bra. i forgot i had this! where is my tank top#yoga pants black jeans black sweatshirt pencil skirt cardigan cardigan cardigan WHERE IS MY TANK TOP x
Is it me or does Mark Ruffalo get more and more attractive every year? Like when he’s eighty he’ll probably be too beautiful for human eyes to behold.
i just started week 8 of the zombies, run! 5k training, and i still don’t understand how i’m supposed to concentrate on running when i’m having sam!feelings.
I think we can all agree that while the AO3 is one of the best things to ever happen to fandom, the fact that you still can’t leave kudos on individual chapters is just absurd at this point.
My uncle has been sending me pictures of all the remembrances taking place in Warsaw this weekend, but this is by far the most precious to me. I know many of you have heard me mention Jerzy, and know how important he was to me in the short time I spent with him. He was the youngest recipient of the Virtuti Militari for his service during WWII, having joined the underground forces in 1943 at the age of 13. The Nazis hanged his father in Gdynia, murdered his mother in Auschwitz, & killed his sister while she was serving as a messenger/spy during the Warsaw Uprising, which began 70 years ago today. Jerzy fought on, losing an eye to a head wound; after the operation, he sneaked out before being released to search for his sister, and ultimately, to rejoin his battalion. He was captured after the Uprising and spent six months in captivity before being liberated by the British. He was, as his gravestone says, Wielki Bohater - a great hero. But mostly he was a boy who fought back - for his country, for his family, for himself. He was kind and gentle and funny and brilliant. He loved and was loved. He shared his stories with me, and I am who I am today because of him. Pamiętam, Jerzy. Always.