Giant antibiotic pills twice a day for two weeks. Lovely.

But if it kills the sore throat, then I guess it’s worth it.

*painfully gulps down jello*

Nyquil time. Urgent care in the morning.

Tags: fml

This sore throat needs to GTFO. Right now.

simplypotterheads:

But okay listen: 7 years ago today, MILLIONS. LITERALLY MILLIONS. of Potterheads from all over the world were sitting with their brand-new copies of the Deathly Hallows and taking their final journey with Harry. It’s amazing when you think of the sheer scope of it-that many people in a sense united by this one book, riding the same emotional roller coaster simultaneously. 

Wow.

I got my copy at midnight. Went home. Read it in 4.5 hours. And then slept, and went to work at 9am. And then went home and read it again.

(via medleypond)

oatmeal:

Bonus panel version here.

Accurate depiction of living with Oklahoma.

Zero desire to be at work for 10 hours.

This better be worth the overtime.

udder-madness:

rupsidaisy:

pizzaforpresident:

firemen:

my follower count is my birth year

did you know jesus personally?

slam DUNKED

scientists think that jesus was born in the year 3 AD. so congrats on having three followers.

Green death Nyquil is what Satan’s butthole tastes like.

Nyquil time is the best time.

heyfishie:

Oh my god

heyfishie:

Oh my god

(via codegeese)

The City That Sleeps Where They Fell

officialiwrotethisforyou:

I know you move your fingers when you sleep because I have felt them move and I know I must do the same. 

And I must wonder how many times we have unconsciously, in dreams or nightmares, reached for each other’s hands and never even known. 

Every part of me hurts and I want to just go home, take some green death nyquil, crawl in bed and die a little.

This year July has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays. This happens once every 823 years. This is called money bags. So copy this and money will arrive within 4 days. Based on Chinese Feng Shui, the one who does not copy, will be without money. Figured I’d pass this on!

darklight1824:

doingthemost510:

purelyawkward:

MONEY.

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Only reblogging because I’m a greedy bitch who wants money.

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Hey doesn’t hurt to reblog ya knoww and if money is involved….

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My mom’s paycheck arrives in 4d days, THIS SHIT WORKKSS

chinese feng shui knows about tumblr ? image

brunetteinferno:

OMG I didnt notice until today.I reblogged this and got 10 dollars :D

got to pay for stuff somehow so why not. 

forever reblog

haha I got money today!!! 

Show me the moneyyyy!

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MONEY MONEY MONEYYYYYY!

…hate to burst all y’all’s bubbles, but July 2014 only has 4 Fridays/Saturdays/Sundays. codegeese shot this post down last year, too.

(Source: ickest, via udder-madness)

A Letter to My Mother.

40-ish years of smoking. Multiple bouts of pneumonia and bronchitis, and two hospitalizations. COPD diagnosis. The doctor flat-out telling you if you don’t quit, you will be dead within a couple of years. And yet you still continue to light up.

(And you did quit. For a few months.)

So now, for the second night in a row, it’s after 2:30 in the morning and I’m awake because you’re coughing to the point of retching, and your breathing sounds like someone blowing bubbles with a straw. And I turned on the oxygen machine, made you prop yourself up, and set up a travel canister to fill.

And I’m wondering what it will take for you to finally stop.

The only answer I can come up with is that you’d rather smoke and suffocate yourself to death than make even the slightest effort to stop.

Part of me is always waiting for the phone call that will tell me you’re gone. Because, on nights like this, I can’t help but feel it’s not far off.

I’ve written your obituary in my head more times than I care to count.
Apparently I make a comfy pillow.

Apparently I make a comfy pillow.