11 . 03 . 2014
How do you flip your hair when it’s that short? O_o
Pssh, I’m a witch. Or wizard. Or ent, depending on who you ask. But mostly I’m just that fabulous and in serious need of a haircut to get these bangs out of my face.
9 hours ago
My favorite season is spring because I can wear short skirts and tall boots after a long, hard, cold winter, and revel in the tears of men as I strut by and flip my hair in the light, balmy breeze.
10 hours ago
I was going to send you a witty and funny ask, but then I forgot what it was going to be and apparently I can’t send you asks anyway??
But it was something to do with how I would like to do illegal things to Stiles and how I seem to have a thing for guys I could break with my pinky finger and one arm tied behind my back.
11 hours ago
I am not my disorder. I’m a person who just so happens to have a disorder.
I’ve been thinking lately about last semester and how hard it was, and I think the best thing my roommate ever did for me was just be around. I can’t imagine going through what I did without someone to come home to every day. She’s the steadiest thing in my life right now. She knows more about what’s going on with me than even my parents, because G-d knows I can’t talk to them about everything.
She bought me a bag of truffles and left them for me with a little note. Something that seems so inconsequential, but meant so much at the time and still means a lot. I stuck it to the wall above my desk.
"Feel better, roomie."
I like that. Not get better, but feel better. There’s nothing wrong with me, unless you count a chemical imbalance in my brain as wrong. I don’t know if that wording was intentional on her part or not, but it makes me happy that she acknowledges that what I’m going through doesn’t make less of a person and that there’s nothing for me to “get better” from.
And the fact that she’s great for snuggles is even better.
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.