#tomorrows shouldnt be so bad... i think

[istherewifiinhell]

give me a task that requires a power sander ANYDAY over the shit i had to do today. like sure the physical strain but i feel like the mental entertainment is... clearly apparent to anyone whose used one/can picture it and its the right kind of pervert with a real can do attitude.

[todayisafridaynight]

family outing

[lesbianjonimitchell]

maybe i should wash my hair in case i die of sepsis

[avocado-frog]

Month old writing share game

Thanks for the tag from @elsie-writes i procrastinated hard on this one but I think that the rules are just to share a bit of writing. So here's a little chunk from something I just wrote:

One time, a few years back, when Logan was nineteen, Lily was twelve, Jaxon was just about eleven, and Dylan was eight, they went to the park. He took them to the park to distract them, sometimes, but he didn't remember the specific reason that time around. Dylan had wandered off a little while after helping Logan pack sandwiches at home- after Lily and Jaxon already left- to go to the garden. Two older men, fifties or sixties, one in blue overalls and the other in a plain, grey shirt were teaching them how to use a rake. A woman a bit younger, dirty blonde hair in a bun behind her head, had a pocket of seeds for Dylan to plant. Logan sat on the bench to watch them, a bit warily. But they seemed friendly enough. Jaxon, usually, would run off to go find people to play with. He was sociable, he liked making friends, but even that day, as sunny as it was, it was still too early for kids his age to start coming over. Mostly, it was the parents of toddlers who wanted their kids to run off some energy. Sometimes, the toddlers would try and get him to play, too, and Jaxon obliged every time, but he seemed content with just his sister today. He didn't have any interest in gardening with Dylan. Lily was by the monkey bars, standing on top of the black platform underneath them. Jaxon sat on the ground, digging a hole in the bark with his hands. Lily jumped up to grab the bars, but she was getting tall enough that she didn't need to jump as high now. Once she had a grip on the yellow metal, she pulled herself up to sit on the top. She sat there for a while, talking to Jaxon about something Logan couldn't hear at the distance he was, and given his attention was split between them and Dylan.  Lily had swung her legs over the bars and leaned down in between the gaps to hang upside down, and of course Jaxon wanted to try.  He jumped up, just like Lily did, grabbed onto the bars, and it should've been a forewarning when his hand slipped before he regained his hold. He jumped up to sit on the top bars, and then his leg got caught in between, and he fell backwards trying to untangle himself.  He had picked the bar closest to the platform. Hanging upside down, right above the edge of the black platform, with his leg stuck in between the bars. He must not have been really thinking past getting his leg unstuck. Logan heard a woah, are you okay, that caught his attention just as he managed to free himself. And then he fell. And hit his head on the edge of the platform and hit it again as the rest of him landed in the bark. Jaxon hadn't even cried, which was astonishing to Logan, who had shot up like a rocket and rushed over to check on him. Because Logan would've cried hard if he hit his head like that. Twice. Lily had scrambled down to see if he was okay, too, but Jaxon only sat in the bark, moved to sit with his legs outstretched, one hand making a circle in the wood bits, blinking like he was confused. There was a steady stream of blood gushing from his nose, too. His eyes weren't quite uneven yet, but Logan didn't think for a second that Jaxon got away without a concussion. He instructed Lily to go watch Dylan, tell them where he went, while he took their brother home to check on him. Jaxon blinked again. Logan grabbed him by the arm, dragged him to his feet, and dragged him home, having to hold his own sleeve against his nose because Jaxon wasn't doing it himself.

Open tag since this is a month and a half old sorry lmao

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[wastelandhell]

deranged rambling

[hoshiina]

chat we are SO BACK THERE WILL BE A POST TOMORROW

[phagodyke]

ykw actually I am angry + disappointed w them. I've been pushing how I feel aside and trying to make it my own fault so it's all contained but I think theyve just been mean. and they really should know me better ik I try to pretend I don't expect more from them so I feel less hurt when they do things that upset me but we've been friends for years by this point. like come on.

[zoppzoop]

GAAHAHHHHH

[schizononagesimus]

being in a family of other addicts is weird, i never really thought of it like that but us all being in town together for my graduation has just been like (ENABLES U) (ENABLES U) (ENABLES U)

[truthdarespinbottles]

Literally dreading going to work tomorrow

[kimmkitsuragi]

i kinda gave up on myself for today my brain is kinda on the floor dying

[thoughtfulseason]

wow it is pretty wild that i actually cried in fencing and when i say wild i mean embarrassing because no others cried when hit with the ball (from the foot to the face) not even the children 😐

[transgaysex]

debating whether i should just stay up for the next 2 hours and change my schedule asap before taking a power nap of sorts

[satansappendix]

Oh my god

[apieceoftoastedbread]

guys nobody understands im so obsessed with tgwdlm. like i love starkid and literally anything they will ever make, but my little autistic ass can quote the majority of tgwdlm. i make references to it so much.

i have an assignment where i have to do a solo? i think im doing show stopping number

that scene in “what if tomorrow comes?”(black friday) where it has bill, ted, paul, emma, charlotte and pete/hot chocolate boy? i scream everytime i see it.

any scene with ted or paul? im in the corner stimming.

Mamma mia? “we get there and the whole theater gets hit by a GODDAMN METEOR!! MAMMA MIA!!”

godspell? “they shouldnt call it godspell more like god awful”—“yeah, or like godDAMN that was bad”

its 5 o clock? “FIVE A CLOCK CANT COME SOON ENOUGH”

theres si many more..

worst part about this is i have a friend with the name paul. i cant hear the name without thinking of the other person and its HELL. but i love them.

my friends are so sick of me but please. they are so silly. someone talk to me abt it. please im asking nicely