It’s only the first episode Agents of SHIELD season 2 and I have all the damn feels. UGH. Fitz, my darling love. ;o; Also UGH, Ward, you are not allowed to say these things. No.
Brb being a blob of feels on the bed.
I need a change of pace. When I get close to burning out at work (which has happened more than four times in the last two years), I always feel like wanting to break my bones.
There it is now, that persistent feeling, like a fist lodged in my chest cavity, not painful at all, just very, very strange. I might not go to work tomorrow if this doesn’t go away in the morning.
I sometimes fear that I’ll end up breaking all my bones and I’d have forgotten how to put myself back together for good.
Even after being a citizen of the Internet for well over a decade now, it still boggles my mind how some people think they have a say about your life or how others actively send hate messages to people who have not actually done anything to warrant said hate (as opposed to say, sending it as a reaction to something abhorrent that person had done).
What’s worse: sending these comments anonymously. Because obviously hiding one’s identity while unjustly calling someone out for random things gives you immense life points and makes you better than most, hurrah.
run like your life depends on it; because it does.