Ugh, I feel so useless today.
I *know* how much shit I need to get done and my head still fucks me over so I sleep for 14 hours and I can’t concentrate.

Doc appt on weds… Ugh I hope he’s not a misogynistic twat.

PSA

vaspider:

chronicillnessmemes:

There is a really, shitty hoax going around now that if you email Nintendo proof of your disability they will unlock “secret” disabled permissions for Pokemon Go.

Please stop sharing this rumor and shut it down when you are able to. And if you have reblogged this rumor, please take the time to reblog a correction.

It’s an extremely mean-spirited response to disabled people’s disappointment that they can’t play the game due to mobility (and other) issues.

I’ve reblogged my disbelief in this several times, but let me make it clear again that this is a shitty hoax and no one should believe it. Please reblog every denunciation of it you see.

Rhys stared at me for a moment longer, his face unreadable, before he strode to the door. He stopped with his fingers on the sea urchin–shaped handle. “He locked you up because he knew—the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.”

The words hit me, even as they soothed some jagged piece in my soul. “He did—does love me, Rhysand.”

“The issue isn’t whether he loved you, it’s how much. Too much. Love can be a poison.”

And then he was gone.

Feyre & Rhys (via the-german-bookworm)

Source: sweet-bryaxis

alegbra:

i’ve discovered that if you put @dril’s name on richard dawkins tweets they actually make more sense