23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
going to sleep with my new boyfriend Freddie Curtis who is extremely thoughtful and has been courting me for several months now and who never makes me cry. We’re snuggled under my favorite blanket and the snow is falling outside. Now off to a pathetic six hours of sleep before work…
three episodes of skins & a bunch of crafting later, this mouse (this mouse right here) is going to sleep. church tomorrow and we have to wear red for some reason that I don’t fully understand!
sobbing self to sleep again. sorry I’ve been so shit at replying to things and tumbling and generally everything
This is what it looks like when I go to sleep. …night tumblr
all cuddled up with Jean Valjean, Hero, and my new flashlight. (pretending I’m not super hungry…stupid recovery body) goodnight!
slept ten hours, naked, in clean flannel sheets.
brush teeths. don cardinal pajamas. talk with David. bed before 9:45.
(Source: randomlygenius, via thoselittle-talks)
