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23 years. the 24th is the 1st of type 1. girl. living backwards.

today 

i have had an entire day of single digit BGLs. for non metric that is under 180mg. i’m seriously pumped and i think if i break my streak i might cry. this is my first day in may that i haven’t bounced over into double digits. i really just want to prove that i’m dedicated so Big D Careless will buckle under the pressure when i tell him i want to go on a pump. check it. only two more hours to go…

23:28

5.9

02:03

5.5

04:38

7.0

07:50

6.3

10:31

6.4

14:13

6.5


May 29th at 12AM / via: wirdo / op: mad-john / 2,047 notes

(Source: mad-john)


"Seriously. Diabetes can suck a dick this week." 

May 24th at 12AM / tagged: diabetes. / 1 note

May 21st at 9PM / via: autasm / op: autasm / 9 notes
autasm:

Insulin is a vial habit. #diabetes #type1 #patient #pharma #meds (Taken with instagram)

autasm:

Insulin is a vial habit. #diabetes #type1 #patient #pharma #meds (Taken with instagram)


alexmaystory:

Me. On the couch with my pants down. Pressing a tissue into my thigh.

alexmaystory:

Me. On the couch with my pants down. Pressing a tissue into my thigh.


So the question now is, do I want to start Sherlock again, or Misfits? Or maybe just another Wallace & Gromit. Ugh. The choices.


oh jesus i used to quote this all the time.

oh jesus i used to quote this all the time.

(Source: irrelevanttendencies)


May 5th at 6PM / tagged: rant. / 0 notes

my head feels so filled up with all this stuff lately. like where will i be in 5 years. fuck, where will i be in 5 months. what if my lip never heals, what if there is something wrong with my teeth, what if no one ever calls me. what will i do if my housemate moves in with her new boyfriend.

i am happy for her, i don’t mean to sound otherwise. but he owns and so i guess it would be cheaper for her. and it would probably help their relationship. and it’s closer to her work, so it’s more practical. but then i couldn’t stay here, i’d have to find a new place. by myself in all probability. my ma wants me to buy. which is ridiculous. i don’t understand how she can’t see how ridiculous that is. i wouldn’t even get approved for a loan. so i said that. and now she wants me to move into an apartment or townhouse or something. i really don’t want that. i’m not built to live like that. i like it here. i like walking around my yard early in the morning. i like that i’m in a flight path. i like that i can hear the town clock from here. i like space for plants. loud music. i don’t want to live 5 feet away from a bunch of old people and their dentures. or young couples with spiffy cars and jobs who i would just be jealous of. why does it feel like i might be the last single person left on the planet. also. diabetes.


May 5th at 5PM / via: recesivnialel / op: blua / 790 notes
blua:

The Hanging City

blua:

The Hanging City