I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake.
"Why can’t I be one of those carefree people? One of those passionate people? The sort of person who seems to enjoy his own personality? Why do I feel like my head’s filled with civil servants sat at little black tables, reading, signing, stamping, forwarding, and filing every fucking thought?"
passive aggressive family members
"guess i’ll never be a grandma"
"guess i’ll never be an aunt"
"guess i’ll never be able to dress a niece/nephew"
stop feeling so entitled to my hypothetical offspring. it is not yours. it is mine. i will grow it if i grow it. and it will be mine. not yours. i am not an incubator which grants you familial titles. jesus. go away. this “have a baby i can play with” thing is so impersonal and insensitive and annoying.
(Source: z190--dd, via blackmoonrose13)