humansofnewyork:

“We’d only been together for a year when I was diagnosed with a blood clot in the brain. I couldn’t work for months. I couldn’t go out. I could barely leave the house. I became completely dependent on him in every way: he provided emotional support, he ran a lot of errands, he even helped me with bills. It was a very tough time for me. I’ve always been independent. I’ve never had to rely on someone like that before. And it scared me. We hadn’t been dating for long. I thought the burden would become too much for him. So I got frustrated. I’d get pissed at little things and I’d take it out on him. But he never got rattled by it. The whole time I was afraid that my situation would become too much for him. When in reality, it was only a big deal to me.”

iamthebonecarver:

nonnez:

ghostphoenix-ollie:

tonsoftreble:

unfinishedmelody:

tisafinnfiction:

I have been waiting for this little guy to come back on my dash. He dances in sync with any music you play!

He’s dancing to Carry On My Wayward Son. It’s surreal.

AGAIN?! SERIOUSLY FUCK THIS. THIS TOOK UP ANOTHER 2 HOURS OF MY TIME TRYING TO DEFEAT IT. 2 FUCKING HOURS OF MY LIFE I WILL NEVER GET BACK. THIS IS LIKE CASTRATING MY INNER MUSICIAN. I TRIED GREGORIAN CHANTS, AFRICAN TRIBAL DRUMS, AND EVEN THE OLDEST SONG KNOWN TO MAN AND NOTHING FUCKING WORKS. I’M SO DONE WITH THIS SHIT. I’M GOING TO GO QUIT DREAMS NOW.

WELP, THIS IS PROBABLY GOING TO SCREW ME UP BUT LET’S DO THIS SCHEISSE.

WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT!?!?!

STRYGA MADE IT! *sweats nervously*