City of Light and Color

And I don't want the world to see me 'cause I don't think that they'd understand

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Ian:
Question.
Me:
What?
Ian:
Why do you put up with me?
Me:
I don't know. I can't always help it. The better question is why do you put up with me?
Ian:
Because I like to torment you.
Me:
And somehow you're the only one that gets away with it.
Ian:
And you have nice boobs.
Me:
Well at least I have that going for me.
Ian:
It's true.

Filed under the men in my life whyyyy he has the power give it back

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TMI? (Probably)

Number one reason of many being fat sucks (for me): The heat, and especially the humidity, make the creases in between my fat rolls super sore and red and I want to scream but instead I’m sitting in a lukewarm bath crying. I can’t move without cursing and wanting to cry. Thank God for baby powder and ibuprofen because I’m past the point of just being able to dry them. It’s so damn embarrassing. I had to put it somewhere.

Filed under fat girl problems so much paaaaain thank god for drugs super embarrassing tmi sorry not sorry

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Can you imagine not being able to leave your house or yard (with the exception of two or three times) at all for at least a month? Imagine what that would feel like.

I love that so many of you have come to hang out with me while I’m stuck but not being able to leave is really starting to make me sad. Summer is my favorite and this will be the second in a row I spend at home.

Please excuse my whining.

Filed under stranded stuck at home wheelchairs are stupid so frustrated i'm going to scream