Dear dogs, please entertain yourselves into a coma with that tennis ball so I can make these earrings and go to bed because I really shouldn’t be upright.
People will stare. Make it worth their while → Ralph Lauren | F/W ‘13-‘14
Now imagine running through a thicket with that on. Just sayin’.
Listening to Sabaton’s Long Live The King is making me wonder to myself what title I would take if I was king.
I’m torn between either keeping it as Ciaran, so it’d be Ciaran the First (Ciaran I) or doing the thing where a monarch changes their name, so it’s be Charles. Although that’s mainly so I can use Carolus. Hehe…
I’d definitely want to be Her Imperial Majesty Queen Scarlet.
Ciaran is a really cool name though!
Let’s see. Her Dread Majesty, Scourge of the West, Lady of the Crimson Lands, Empress Scarlett I. That works.
~ The Housekeeper’s Year-Book, by Helen Campbell, 1883
This probably works as well against bedbugs as anything else. Do try not to touch or inhale the benzene.
So, the whole “my chest is tight and I can’t breathe” thing seems to be pretty regularly followed by the “here, let me cough up tiny bits of blood” thing.
Nice to see a pattern.
Some days I just want to throw my hands in the air and sob because the world is so big and so broken and I can’t fix ANY of it.
…probably I should put something inspiring here about the things that make me keep going, but frankly, I’d like it if people could just be less awful for awhile…
I’m just going to stare at this.
I know what answer I always get from the usual suspects, but I’m curious if anybody else has any notions…
*cough* do I even have to say it *cough*