I get lonely.
I’m pathetic. I’m surrounded by people that treat me nicely and would do everything for me, but the only time I see them is when I’m half asleep or way too nauseated to think straight.
My sleeping patterns are different from everyone else’s patterns. I wake up a few hours after they go to bed. I go to bed a few hours after they wake up. If we are magically awake at the same time, it’s because they’re getting ready for work. It’s a viscous, never-ending cycle.
I can’t sleep in, no matter how hard I try. I can’t stay up late, either.
I’m pathetic. I have to eat every two hours or else I get stomach cramps. I feel sick 24/7. My stomach is already getting bigger. I JUST HIT EIGHT WEEKS, YESTERDAY. I still have about eight months of this yet to go, if not more. My mom was born late, I was born late, and my boyfriend was born late.
They say things get better after you get to the second trimester… I can only hope the people that said these things are credible resources.
This even kind of looks like us, only we shared a twin bed. :P
(Source: thevoicecalledcheesecake)
She waited and… listened.
i think i’ve posted like 60 variations of the same two scenes
NOT EVEN SORRY GUYS
(Source: stormbends)
Some very fascinating footage of a Boa constrictor imperator (often called a “Red-tail boa”) in the act of shedding. video.
The Schick Hydro commercial came on tv while I was scrolling and at the end, it said “Free your skin.”
HE’S BACK
this man is the best storyteller ever
I just love how he tells stories. And the Bill Cosby. Oh my gosh.
(Source: likethedickens)
when ur sad always remember that u don’t look like you did in 6th grade
THIS
i told you not to do the jazz squares
it’s a crowd favorite everyone loves a good jazz square
