i don’t think i’m ever going to get over the fact that either harry and louis chose the butterfly and it is what it is tattoos and their placement on their bodies together, or else fate ships them in the most absurd “here two separate people who aren’t together look at these tattoo designs from years ago pick these two that go with each other you should get one each tattooed in these precise places on your bodies so they match exactly how they’re set out on this piece of paper” way possible…
I don’t understand how Sehun can look so fucking gorgeous all the fucking time. No matter what type or color hair he has, what he’s wearing, what angle the picture is taken from, he just always looks so absolutely stunning. Like, the light always seems to fall perfectly on his face to highlight all of his facial features and ugh, he’s literally breathtaking. Why is he my bias, he ruined my life. Fucking Oh Sehun.
Will you shut my door!!!!!!!!! My head physically hurts when you don’t!!!!!!!! I feel like I’m being strangled and I can’t fucking move!!!! My skin and organs slosh around every time I fucking stand and you expect me to walk; are you /serious/??? Fucking shut my door fUCKING SHut mY FuckignDooR GOD dDAmMIt OR DoNT COME IN UGh
i think harry reads the criticism about him like remember his olive green beanie? so many said how gross it was and how ugly it was and he stopped wearing it. or those shirtless pictures of him where he wasn’t as defined? people called him fat and he started working out a lot and now he’s defined again. i think he’s trying to change himself to please people and it makes me very upset
My mom is staying with me for a while, not sure how long. I have no time to drive her upstate, so I’ll have to wait for my sis to get her.
Something is definitely going on mentally with her. It makes me so very sad.
She called me at work during clinic and this was our conversation:
Her: (panicked) Neesie! Where are you! I woke up and you aren’t here.
Me: Mom, remember we talked this morning. I’m at work and will be here for 24 hours.
Her: what? Oh, oh ok. I think I remember. You deliver babies.
One hour later…
Her: Neesie! Who is getting Sonja?! Am I supposed to pick up Sonja?!
Me: No, mama, it’s B’s night, remember?
Tonight…
Her: I was using your Netflix and a message popped up about you using $25,000 with your sister. Are you trying to get my inheritance?
Me: What in the world are you talking about?
Her: (dramatically) I don’t care! Take it all. You all want me dead anyway.
When I got home, I asked her to show me the message. She had gone into my Facebook messages and read a message between me and my sis about the fundraising for my Rwanda trip. I showed her and I showed her the fundraising page with the goal of $25,000. I reassured her that we weren’t after her money.
She is forgetful, losing her hearing and becoming more paranoid. I had to warn my babysitter that my mom may say inappropriate things but, to pay them no mind.
Sonja: yeah, talk loud and clearly to her or she gets really mean.
My stress level is on 12. The walk today helped. Pharmaceuticals help more. The amount of things I have to do over the next week gives me palpitations.
I need a day of Netflix and sex and Thai takeout.
