I’ve given up on trying to catch up on a week’s worth of tumblr. I made it to March 12th and stopped.
I follow too many people!
And then I remembered why.
I don’t know if I can do this again.
I just want this shit to be over.
Help.
It’s like he never left.
Like he never was in the hospital for a week and a half.
Like he never had a brain aneurysm.
Like he never couldn’t remember my name.
Like he never had that moment where he had to say goodbye to me, just in case.
I wish like hell we didn’t have to go through all of this again.
Stress does not help my sexual frustration. Fuck these finals or fuck me. Really, either would be a great help.
If only we went to that sex school in Vienna. Then studying WOULD be sex!
(Source: firsthotcupofbreathing)
![mistressmabel-allthekidsagree:
missharleyy:
wow this year went WAY too fast
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT’S ALMOST DECEMBER *dances*
A new month seems like a new beginning sometimes. Here’s to hoping December is less shitty than November was. [fingers crossed]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfbq4cX7br1qe6ng3o1_250.jpg)
mistressmabel-allthekidsagree:
wow this year went WAY too fast
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT’S ALMOST DECEMBER *dances*
A new month seems like a new beginning sometimes. Here’s to hoping December is less shitty than November was. [fingers crossed]
(Source: sheldon-liketheplace, via poorlycopingqueer)
