“Survivors have scars. Victims have graves.” Something that I need carved in my bones. (via nystagmia)

(Source: beagmactire, via exquisite-pieces-of-heart)


He he he. Darcy was asleep next to me and all of a sudden the cat door squeaks…

The neighbourhood stray is a cheeky one… Boy did he get a surprise when he came through the curtain and D and I were standing there waiting for it..



i’m so sick of inadequate pain management.

(via chronicillnessmemes)




the definition of a healthy lifestyle is not working out all the time, eating fruits and vegetables and lifting.

a healthy lifestyle is doing whatever you like, smiling, inner peace, eating whatever you like and whatever is good for your body and your soul, loving, being happy, laughing with the ones you love, feeling comfortable with your body and being positive. enjoy being alive.


Mutha Fuckin PREACH!!!!

(via health-in-recovery-deactivated2)



I deal with my ‘family’ so little that I didn’t quite get that a ‘family function’ actually includes quite a few members of the ‘family’ apparently including all the ones I have sworn never to see again…. I almost wish this was a funeral so I could refuse to go…

It’s a pity I can’t refuse to go.

“On your worst days do not look in the mirror and call yourself pretty. Call yourself trying, call yourself surviving, call yourself learning how to get through a day, a week, a month or year. Call yourself still learning.” Meggie Royer (via perfect)

This is such an important thing, it’s about honesty within and if oneself and I love it so much.

(Source: imagine-ever-after, via exquisite-pieces-of-heart)


Two thoughts in regards to my previous post about the sodding family function I have to go to next weekend.

Moving into my mothers house means that the possibility of my extended ‘family’ knowing my address. I have forbidden mother from telling anyone that it’s me who is renting out her place without my permission.

The second and much less appealing prospect is the fact that one person who I’d happily go to jail for murdering…. Well, my Nephew will be there, and the idea of that person going anywhere near my nephew fills me with rage. If she touches him, using my pathetic skills to beat the crap out of her would be the least of the things I will do. If she touches another generation of people in this family I don’t know what I will do.

I really, truly hope I am over reacting. I hope she has mellowed or gotten old and frail or something and she stays away, she should know better than to come near me at least.



u know u fucked up when u still haven’t slept yet and u hear birds chirping outside

(via ladylogophile)


I kinda like that I am learning to dodge the cat on the bed in my sleep.

It’s really lovely to have him on the bed, and actually *on* the bed, not even hope would sleep on the blankets or anywhere other than a tiny corner.

D on the other hand just plonks himself down, doesn’t mind *too* much if I shift him around and I’m not waking up quite so much because I can’t move around him…

Not quite enjoying the sheer amount of black and grey cat fur on my new white quilt cover but is totally worth it.

I’m also enjoying waking up in bonkers positions from trying to dodge him (like completely diagonally with the blankets turned the wrong wag up and at the wrong side of the bed). I do wish he wasn’t quite so fond of right smack bang in the middle of the bed..

It’s just all a bit nice having him bind more with me and become a bit more resilience to things he isn’t used to.


Fatigue is different


Fatigue is different

(via exquisite-pieces-of-heart)

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