phoenix:

hearthburn:

smoretime:

@thebibliosphere

Also, like. I pity the demon that has to deal with my neurochemistry. How’s he supposed to raise a ruckus if he can’t focus on anything for ten minutes, doesn’t want to get out of bed, talking to new people makes him want to spit pea soup at terribly inappropriate moments, and won’t remember where he left something the second it leaves his hand?

Be glad to let him experience my cramps and headaches though.

“Demon!  I command you to leave this person!”

“Dude!  I have been *trying* but I can’t find my way out of this.  The *fuck*.”