Ugh

Better now. I've figured out at least with this sort of thing the faster I can get myself to throw up, the faster I go back to normal. Still nonconsensual bulemia for the lose.

Seriously though my body needs to come up with a less miserable way of telling me it needs some fucking downtime.

Also wow. I've always loved sunshine after snow. All the white makes it brighter. Huzzah winter.

Ugh

Better now. I've figured out at least with this sort of thing the faster I can get myself to throw up, the faster I go back to normal. Still nonconsensual bulemia for the lose.

Seriously though my body needs to come up with a less miserable way of telling me it needs some fucking downtime.

Also wow. I've always loved sunshine after snow. All the white makes it brighter. Huzzah winter.

He has all the oranges.

He has all the oranges.


He does, too. He refused to eat the six clementine slices he's clutching in his hands off frame.

He has all the oranges.

He has all the oranges.


He does, too. He refused to eat the six clementine slices he's clutching in his hands off frame.