i think i try to sleep

ok, we’re gonna hit the road early, by which i mean i think we’re going to leave soon & just be at the airport early, instead of trying to get 2 hours of sleep & ending up feeling way worse… so


it was a hard fucking year, the busiest sales of all time this holiday season, still getting over that dumb fucking plague, got some thinking to do on a few fronts… time to relax, process, refocus, set my sights on what i fucking want & get it.


bye babes, catch you on the flippity flip

anonymous asked:

STREAM HIGHLIGHTS 9 (i think???)/9 “This isn’t finished until I draw hands!” “Boi, boi, boi! Yeah boi!” “She got crushed trying to get her daughter a snack, then I had to raise the child on her own. She survived on the baked goods from the Easy-Bake Oven I got her.” “We’ve almost got an arm!” “Who needs sleep anyway?” “Dad sweater with a collared shirt???” “Hoodie! Quick! Draw hoodie!” “I can hear the sirens outside my window, guys, I can’t go back to prison!”

Holy shit these are all things that i said with my mouth,,,

Buried Deep Inside

Sam Winchester x Reader

700 Words

Summary:  the reader has so many thoughts and feelings buried Deep inside, and feels like no one cares enough to realize it.

Author’s Note: Has mentions of depression and self hatred.

Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to keep all the feelings away. Reading, or watching a movie keeps them at bay, but once the lights go off, and the quiet settles in, they come flooding back. Questions and thoughts fly through your brain, making sleep impossible for another night. Like a freight train they move through your brain, I’m not good enough, why do I mess everything up, why does no one like me, or care enough to know I’m crying on the inside. Thinking it would be great to have someone to talk to, to have someone finally ask, are you okay. To notice that you haven’t been okay in a long time.

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i just had an hour long nap after barely sleeping the past three nights and i feel so refreshed i think leftover anesthesia was making me nauseous the past two days because i’ve been able to take the pain pills nausea free so far today and a nurse told me last night that it can stay in your system for up to 72 hours so i’m mostly just bored now still have random pain near the incisions but i’m very relaxed and just waiting for this to be over with and trying to make a list of new shows to watch the next few weeks because i am flying through seasons like crazy

Dear M,

I visit you at Quezon City Circle after your cheerdance practice because I miss you and that’s the only way to see you again and touch you and feel you despite our busy schedules.

But I still miss you.

So I visit you in every word I write. I fill each space with your name as I try to write a book about you but they said that Mary Sue is the greatest sin among writers but all that I can think about you are wonderful things like starry nights and sweet stares and soothing voice. How can I box your wonder in petty words? I still miss you.

And so I visit you in the faces of strangers I pass by on the streets. I wish that they are you. I try to find glimpse of you in the way they walk or talk or wear their shirt or the way they sleep inside the bus. I still miss you.

I visit you in my dreams. That every night, I wish to see you in dreamland where I can kiss you like how morning dews kiss the petals of the flower. I want to kiss you like how the sky kisses the ocean. Like how the rain torridly kisses the land. I still miss you.

And I visit you in my pillows. On my empty bed. Under my warm blankets. I hope that I can lie down next to you again and talk about films and songs and life and adventures. I miss you so bad.


anonymous asked:

(how was ur day anon) hey i'm back!! how has your day/sleep been? i hope its been well and good vibes!!!! my mom found out about my cutting last week and has been trying to get me a therapist, which i'm not against, but her and her bf are guilt tripping me for cutting. she also threatened to hospitalize me if i do it again because everyone thinks its a "cry for help" like ?????? what?????????? anyways! hope everyones doin well and has been well since i've been gone

EW i’m glad ur getting help but like??? the way they’re treating u is fucked up they need to go sit down and just. stay seated. and not get up. but yea yea hope all’s going well with you too!!

@kishinuma​ replied to your post :@kishinuma replied to your photo : Since I can’t…

   ty - just wanted to check! i’ll have to see about the twitter-exclusive ayushikis… & THATS SO PRECIOUS yoshiki groggily trying to re-assure her that he’s okay and ayumi is so not buying it… + to me ayumi is the type who would be rly serious about it so she’s feeling his forehead without even thinking about it but He Is Thinking About It. good thing to consider: ayumi trying to convince him to go to sleep while she gets medicine and absently running her fingers through his hair because it’s what hinoe would do for her as a kid… my cute kids

You did it you made me motivated to draw more WIPs.  q v q)/ More Sick!Yoshiki comic doodles!

anonymous asked:

im still absolutely terrified of mama tbh; nothing quite like trying to sleep at night irl and thinking you're hearing mama's grinding noise :))

recently i couldnt sleep because my heater was making this clicking noise and when i told my mom the next morning she said “i know what it is.” and i said, “really?” and she looked me dead in the eyes and said “it’s mama tattletail.” it was really funny honestly but mama tattletail is genuinely terrifying

equineporcupine  asked:

Can I suggest a prompt for a shallura fic? Maybe something soft and domestic, or them just going through a normal morning routine together? (I'm Stressed after this finale and I just want them to be safe and happy, plus I'm complete shallura trash) Thanks! :)

there is no such thing as shallura trash!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOFT AND DOMESTIC TO THE RESCUE 

modern au of sorts? 

Allura opened her eyes slowly trying to get them to adjust to the sunlight that was seeping in from the window. She looked over at her lover sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed. She scooched closer to Shiro and rested her head on his chest. She closed her eyes again and let out a soft giggle as she listened to his light snores. There wasn’t any place else she wanted to be except for right here. She smiled contently as she wrapped her arm around his torso and intertwined her legs with his. She felt him start to shift into a new position. He turned from his back to his side and pulled her into him.

“G’morning,” he said lazily.

“Morning,” she said, lifting her head up to kiss his chin.

“What day is it?” Shiro asked.

“Saturday,” Allura answered.

“Oh, good, we can sleep in,” Shiro said squeezing Allura.

“You can sleep in, I’m hungry.” Allura tried pulling away from Shiro’s arms, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Shhhh, just stay here,” Shiro said.

“Alright you asked for it,” Allura said and she started tickling his sides. This was a dangerous game, since Shiro always started kicking when he was tickled.

“Ok, ok!” Shiro laughed. In between laughs, he finally let her go. She got up and kissed his cheek before she went into the bathroom to clean up. She washed her face then got out the toothpaste and her toothbrush. As she began brushing her teeth, Shiro walked in the bathroom as well. 

“Gonna pee,” he said. 

When he was finished, he walked over to her, washed his hands then grabbed his own toothbrush. 

After Allura was done, she said, “make sure to wash your face.” 

“Kay,” Shiro said. 

“And use moisturizer too.”

“I know.”

When Shiro came out of the bathroom, he found Allura laying on the bed in her underwear. He climbed back into bed next to her. She got up and laid herself on top of him. Shiro loosely wrapped his arms around her and started to rub small circles on her back. She hummed happily in response. They stayed like that.

“Takashi?” Allura said after a while.


“Are you falling asleep?”


“Why are you so tired? We only went three rounds last night,” she reminded him.

“It’s not ‘cause of that! It’s just school, I guess.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not right now.”

Allura sat up and straddled Shiro. “I’m here when you need me,” she said caressing his face.

He grabbed her hand in his. “I know,” he said.

“As long as you know,” she said. She leant down and kissed him a few times before getting up and pulling on one of his shirts from the dresser. “I’ll get to making breakfast then.”

“I’ll be right out,” he said watching her leave, “hey ‘llura?”


“I love you.”

“I love you too, Takashi.”  


Tagged by: @hairninja yo thanks :)

1. I had two concussions when I was younger.
2. I can put both my legs behind my head at the same time, and sometimes I remember that fact in the middle of the night and get kinda worried that I can’t do it anymore… so there you have me, at 3 a.m. trying to put my legs behind my head instead of sleeping lmao
3. I can wiggle my ears. 
4. I want my life to be like Lana Del Rey’s Ride music video, minus those men tho, but I just really want to be a member of a motorcycle gang and drive across country and not care about a single thing, I desire the sense of freedom that video and song represents.
5. I think being a casino manager in Las Vegas would be really neat.

I tag: @universe-of-filmmaking @paranoidgoddess @princess-lukita @accio-cup @cestlavieparis @hotasice

The Memes

When the Markiplier fandom has finally settled down, patiently waiting for what the hell Ethan and Tyler did to him, something lurks in the shadows, something evil. When the fandom is calm, that is when I strike and whisper “Hello Neighbour episode 5” They are shocked that I would whisper such a terrible thing, my dash board fills up with hints at a crowbar, relevant edits and Gifs. I am at peace, I have stirred the fandom they will continue to fight for a while, spamming the hashtags waiting for something new, I can finally rest.

Not yet, as later when I try to sleep dramatic music fills the air, softly at first but soon it escalates, thumping foot steps accompany this thrumming bass line as I try to hide in fear. I have no boxes to break my windows, nor a flashlight, I am screwed. This lamp is useless I say and drop it, At least my door is locked I think as suddenly my locked door is thrown open, but the neighbour is nowhere to be seen instead a small man is present. We make eye contact, he screams. It is Markiplier, I am terrified. His face is angry as he walked toward me, I am frozen in fear as his breath meets my ear and I shiver “Shut yo bitch ass up or you can catch me ousside howbow dah” he whispers sensually into my ear as I shiver, his aura is too dank for me so I explode. finally, it is over.
@markiplier isn’t going to see this… hopefully. Fuck it I don’t care, pls enjoy the dankness

  • Victor [while trying to sleep]: Stop it.
  • Yuuri: What?
  • Victor: Whatever you’re worrying about. Just stop.
  • Yuuri: How do you know I’m worried? You didn’t even open your eyes.
  • Victor: You think I need to see you with my eyes to know what’s going on with you?


love the piggy!


Hello! Sorry I’ve been inactive for the past week – I’ve been coming home tired and feeling sluggish and I don’t know why ;;v;; I think I should try getting some proper sleep this weekend (usually I only get 3-5 hours a night) ;;v;;

I’ve received recent asks about the Zen Feels Train – please know that it will be updated after the holidays ^o^ Thank you for your interest ♥ I’m also working on some holiday artworks that I hope to finish before the month ends :D ((It’s super fun I hope you guys will like it ^__^))

I’m sorry for letting the messages pile up – I’m trying my best replying privately to some and I’m compiling the others for posting • v •;;; Feel free to resend your ask && tell me if you want a reply right away! I really appreciate all your messages and I’d like to thank you all for taking the time to brighten up my day ♥ ♥ ♥ Please give me a bit more time! Thank you!


You do that thing of trying to chase down the job, sounding incredibly confident because you never think you’ll get it. And then you get offered the job, and you have a moment of euphoria, and then you basically want to be sick for the first year. I’m just one gigantic ball of rancid fear and self-consciousness. I’m entirely fueled by fear, so the fact that I knew it could be a catastrophic disaster made me unable to sleep, and made me work quite hard.

protect him