Chelsea Jean. 20 years old. ISFJ.
Proud Hufflepuff
Absolutely entirely in love with my
skinny Noodle boy.
fat [and loving it]. feedee. gainer. ommetaphobic. human. broken.
& beautiful.
♥
lovers dreaming
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Blog description says “may contain crossdressing” so have these pics of me in a improvised dress.
Unnnnnfffffffff
#cinemagram #gif #i didn't mean to post this #love #Michael
Cine (Taken with Cinemagram)
Our Westley says, “Hello!” :3
Michael asked “Is it sacrilege that we’re playing dominoes but waiting on Pizza Hut?”
#personal #love #Michael #lust #what even #idk
The dangers of giving me face combining software. I’ve laughed at this for a million minutes. My boyfriend’s face on my boyfriend’s torso. I got his permission to post this, don’t worry. I mean, other than the fact that he has eyes for nipples, you gotta admit I am one lucky marshmallow :3
As stated many times, I desperately wish I had a vibrator right now.
I really love sex with Michael. I wish it could last for a few hours…xhsacucuci lvxtzychcwyvichc unnnnffff fat sex is so hot!!!
I can’t wait for cuddles when my Noodle gets home :3
Michael goes from ‘yawny’ to ‘dreaming through the apocalypse’ in roughly 5 minutes. :P
(Source: sarahlcomics)
Vanity post! I’m not always pretty and I’m completely okay with that. It was nice and warm today and that meant I had to work, of course. But I enjoyed a little of it outside and wanted to have a barbecue. Instead Noodle and I are having Applebee’s :3
#personal #love #Michael #blood orange scalps #hair dye #self care #tw: drugs #depression #feelings #brain problems
Dying my hair what seems to be an intense neon red-orange but what the box claims will be “Dark Intense Auburn” as self care. My scalp will probably be stained for a while and so will our bathtub but I will scrub the tub if I have to and right now I couldn’t give two shits about my scalp. When I have seriously bad nights I eat a square of dark chocolate, listen to the entire Ring The Bells EP by Satellite and smoke one cigarette out of the carton I bought six months ago when I don’t readily have other drugs available to take my mind off things and so I did that and now I’m dying my hair. I feel like I probably won’t sleep much and I work 12:30-8 today which in WalMart time is a 6 1/2 hour shift.
It’s amazing to me that I go through these periods of really bad nights but my days at work when I’m distracted and overwhelmed with smaller problems actually seem to go rather nicely, probably because I’m so preoccupied with smaller things. If I had antidepressants I feel like I could feel that way all the time again. I could handle the bigger problems if they felt smaller.
I don’t make any sense, I know. I’m just ranting and dying my scalp the color of a fire engine.
I wish I could care more about stuff again and that I wouldn’t take so much of my life for granted. Maybe a week off of work and with people actually engaging in things every day will help me feel better enough.
I love my Noodle. He brought me Taco Bell and kisses because he knew it would make me feel better. :3
I wish I knew how to help him feel better. Blergh.
Any time my boyfriend goes somewhere without me and takes an abnormal amount of time getting back I automatically assume he’s gotten in a car crash somewhere and I’ll never see him again because he’s dead and I start to go into panic attack mode and right at the moment I think I should call him he pulls into the driveway.
If you unironically use the term “sheeple,” we can’t be friends
at first I was like, Okay, bye then
but then I realized that you weren’t referring to the cute little Animeeples from certain board games like Agricola
I call the little sheep sheeples.
But you were referring to the dudebro term, ie, “Come on man, don’t be a sheeple. They just want you to think that (insert conspiracy theory here, perhaps.)”
Carry on.