I just tried a 7-11 taquito for the first time and it was right as my edible started kicking in so I can’t actually tell if they’re good or not because my brain just burst with joy upon tasting it but also everything is starting to feel 

I can’t even go get any of the cupcakes I made because my face and my shirt are covered in tears and snot and I don’t want to explain anything to dad.

bloomingeveryday:

we need carbs and we need fats and we need proteins and honestly fuck diet culture for normalizing malnourishment 

I already have trouble eating enough food, but the stress and depression from the past few days has made it so hard to eat. I feel hungry, but it feels way worse to eat anything. I ate half of the breakfast my girlfriend made for me and I forced down some popcorn just now, but that doesn’t really have much substance to it.

My girlfriend is too marvelous for words. She knows I’ve been having extra trouble eating lately and has been cooking meals and making sure I eat. Even amid the process of trying to move, she still makes time to make sure I’m taking care of myself.

shisno:

i-fought-space:

bluemoonygirl:

titaniumvulpes:

bluemoonygirl:

titaniumvulpes:

princesscirce:

1977punk:

tfw you start making pancakes and then realize you don’t have any eggs and your life is ruined as a result 

You can use bananas as an egg substitute in pancakes I’m pretty sure it’s half a banana for each egg or something

You can also use blood but I wouldn’t recommend that tbh.

Does this help ?

DAMN LÉ BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE GREAT RESOURCES.

I have a vegan friend ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I’m too poor to go out and buy eggs but some weirdo gave me a bag of flaxseed as a gift and now I can actually use it for something :O

okay but is everyone going to ignore the person who suggested using blood

an apple a day keeps the

gotitforcheap:

it tastes good 

I Am Who I Am, Not Yet

I lost my job today- well, one of them. It’s the second time I’ve been fired from there, with both times being the product of poor communication on both sides. It was my job with hourly pay, so now I just have the stipend position. I’ve already applied for another job, because I need it. Hopefully I hear back soon.

When I found out, all of me came to a grinding halt. I just sort of went to the bathroom and laid on the floor, because I didn’t know what else to do but feel the cold linoleum and stare at a blank ceiling.

Last time I was fired, I was a sobbing mess, wrapped up on a comforter on my couch and shoveling down a quart of spumoni ice cream.

This time, it was oddly calm. At first I wept. Then she held me tightly. I didn’t want to talk about it so I played video games, ate ice cream, and slept.

When I woke up, I was distressed but not nearly as much as I thought I would be. When I started to cry, she held me close and started listing off things. Things I do, things I am… things I never think about, like my eyes lighting up over the smallest of things when they make me happy, or the way I pack her lunches for work and leave little notes in the bag, or the way I never want to stop learning… I don’t think about those things much.

This time around, there was no sobbing, no burying myself on the couch, and only a minimal amount of ice cream.

I’m growing, aren’t I?

faeneko:

faeneko:

damn i want pancakes

this deserves an update: i made pancakes, ate like 10 of them and then fell asleep,, and that was literally my entire day