Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them 💛✨
This was such a nice thing to log on to. Thank you, sweet nonnie. I have no idea where this random love came from since I haven’t posted anything in quite some time. (It’s not for lack of wanting, just lack of ideas that fit on the blog + life + mental health) It’s such a kind thing to see in my ask box however, so thank you. <3
Long answer: A lot has been happening in my life, both good and bad. The bad has been impacting my mental health which in turn has been impacting my ability to write or really, do anything. When inspiration and ideas hit, I’ll write something. But I won’t force myself because that’s bad for me and gives y’all a bad piece of work which I won’t do either.
So I really don’t want to do this because it’s humiliating but there’s a very real chance my ESA could be stopped next week, I have to go for an assessment then and if they declare me ‘fit for work’ I have no more income, even if I challenge the decision it could take weeks or months to sort. I wasn’t expecting this, I was hoping given it’s only been a year and a half and I filled out another assessment paper for them that they wouldn’t demand this. But here we are.
The pitiful amount you get on ESA means saving is basically impossible so guess who is broke? Me. Guess who has an outstanding balance of £30 to pay? Me. Guess who has no family they can ask to pay it off because I either have nothing to do with them or have asked enough of them? Me.
Even if you just reblog it’d be a big help to me. Thank you.
So I really don’t want to do this because it’s humiliating but there’s a very real chance my ESA could be stopped next week, I have to go for an assessment then and if they declare me ‘fit for work’ I have no more income, even if I challenge the decision it could take weeks or months to sort. I wasn’t expecting this, I was hoping given it’s only been a year and a half and I filled out another assessment paper for them that they wouldn’t demand this. But here we are.
The pitiful amount you get on ESA means saving is basically impossible so guess who is broke? Me. Guess who has an outstanding balance of £30 to pay? Me. Guess who has no family they can ask to pay it off because I either have nothing to do with them or have asked enough of them? Me.
Even if you just reblog it’d be a big help to me. Thank you.
He stood there amidst
the crowd of stuffy, upper class folk. She saw him so clearly despite the many
bodies in the room that it was as if nobody else existed in this place but her
and he and she felt ever so drawn to him; this handsome man with hair as black
as a raven’s wing, skin of alabaster, and eyes as grey and piercing as freshly
polished steel.
Her legs carried her to
him, drawn she was to him like a moth to a flame and he smiled so prettily at
her as she approached him. She did not smile herself, far too bewitched by the
man to look at him with anything but awe.
“I do not believe I
have ever made your acquaintance, good sir,” she said as she held her hand out
to him.
He rested his fingers
just under hers and bent to press a feather light kiss to her knuckles. His
kiss held a heat to it like nothing she had felt before and for a moment it
seeped through her glove and her flesh and muscle and licked at her bones with
such fire that she wanted to cry out yet something stopped her from showing
even an ounce of pain.
