“I
climbed up to her to try to snap her out of the shock,” Tanner said immediately.

            “Same,”
Kosma nodded. “Ma’am.”

            “Also
ma’am,” Tanner corrected himself.

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My brain, at 6 AM on a Monday: I wonder if you can order those little soy sauce fish shaped bottles in bulk, except without soy sauce in them. You should spend 30 minutes trying to find them instead of sleeping.

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Must… resist…

Cons: Waste of money, waste of time, stupid, pointless, unnecessary, foolish.

Pros: Hrrrruuugruhruh, little plastic fishies…

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I’ve lost control of my life.

Update:

Feesh…

lol just told my mum about the latest case of people at my workplace exploiting me and she was like, you should find a new job youre capable whatever blahblah and im like “yeah but first i need to fix my brain” and she was like yes please start having a better attitude

and im like

no mother

i mean i want to go to a psychiatrist

i Need Help

iamfinallybreakingfree:

My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no worries. I may come from a broken and twisted place but I will build something whole and safe. I’ll sing in the shower again, cook with a smile and dance in all the rooms. I will heal.