Daisy, Daisy, My Daisy

daisy, daisy, my daisy

im reading the last hours for the first time and i dont think im going to survive it tbh

I just know that if James Herondale lived today he would’ve gone through such an emo phase

they where training us for all the back breaking jobs where people regularly don’t get to take pee/food/hydration breaks for hours on end cause they’re overburdened and understaffed

I usually don’t really vent on here but I’m feeling so defeated right now. I’ve been hit with like a million different diagnoses last year and started getting treatment for a chronic illness, and all of that did improve things, but still change isn’t linear, and I’m sat here right now in pain, feeling like I won’t ever be able to have normal social interactions with more than a handful of people ever again, having anxiety about all the things I still gotta get done, wondering if I’ll even be able to take on the challenges I got coming for me this year - challenges that I was still excited for two days ago when I wasn’t realising I was yet again over taxing myself. Everything hurts and I wanna crawl out of my own skin, I gotta get up in 5 and a half hours, and even though I know things are getting better it doesn’t feel like it 😭 I don’t even have the energy to hang out on this website most of the time 😤

this might sound mean but I find it very ironic that the fourth wing fandom space is the most ai art infested one that I’ve come across so far

Herondale family, The Shadowhunter Chronicles

“Every student, Shadowhunter and mundane alike, knew the name Herondale. It was Jace’s last name. It was the name of heroes.”