BabyThespy

Hey there! I'm Samantha and I'm a Theatre/Musical Theatre major in my mid-twenties and currently stuck in the Dallas, TX area. Avid animal lover. Addicted to peace signs. I am a complete dork that loves Harry Potter, Glee, Doctor Who, singing, reading, acting, billiards, karaoke, jigsaw puzzles, card/board games, knitting, crocheting, Ireland/Scotland/All of the Celtic regions of Europe, and many other things. My dream is to one day, be on Broadway. I also have fibromyalgia and a few other health problems but they don't define who I am. However, I attempt to raise awareness whenever possible.

Pansexual, single, and strictly monogomous

I need to stop pushing myself so hard.

So, I forced myself to spend a few hours cleaning my bathroom on Friday night. I sat there using a toothbrush, trying to scrub the stained grout until it was white again…of course to no avail. I knew when I was done that I would regret it because I was aching all over and my whole body was trembling. Come Saturday morning, my fears were confirmed as I woke up to every joint and muscle in my body being stiff and painful. Despite the pain, I still went ahead and baked/iced a cake and made 32 deviled eggs to bring to my friend’s cookout party. He was breaking in the new custom smoker (that he had made himself) with 130 lbs of meat. I decided to not take any of my painkillers because I planned on having alcohol. I went to the party and forced myself to push my pain into a tiny closet in the back of my mind and closed the door as I have done on countless occasions. Well, I made a huge mistake by doing that. I went ahead and had a good time while I was there, all the while forcing myself to ignore the constant pain I was in. I kept a smile on my face and did my best to be a highly participating member of the group. By the time I arrived home and allowed myself to lower the barriers I had put in place for the entire afternoon and evening, I was starting to realize the extent of my pain. I went to change into my pajamas only to discover that my legs and feet had become so swollen that the bottom of my capris had become very tight around my calves…so much so that they were difficult to take off and left deep intentions in my skin. I then laid down with my feet/legs elevated and using an ice pack on them in an attempt to decrease the inflammation and pain. It didn’t help. That was about 2 1/2 hours ago. Now, I am in so much pain that I have been laying here sobbing. I have put on my Lasting Touch Topical Analgesic Gel (a wonderful product that is similar to bengay or tiger balm but is about 10 times better) and that has made it so I can lay here without my clothes and blanket adding to my pain, but I am still in such agony that I am unable to walk. I have not been in this much pain in a while. I don’t like this at all and really needed to vent, so thank you for letting me get this off my chest. I may have to stop being stubborn and start using my wheelchair again. :-(

This is such a conundrum! I can’t for the life of me decide.

This is such a conundrum! I can’t for the life of me decide.

Snatchel Project

Who wants to join me in the Snatchel Project? Women from all over the country are knitting, crocheting, and sewing vaginas and uteruses (uteri?) and sending them to their male congressmen to protest all these absurd new laws and bills concerning taking away womens’ rights when it comes to their bodies. There are states that are now allowing employers to fire employees for taking birth control if it is not medically necessary as well as a bunch of other BS! Join me and tell the government “Hands off my uterus! Here’s one of your own!”

lebanesetana:

glee meme - four friendships [1/4]

↳ the unholy trinity: “Aren’t we supposed to be the popular girls? So why can’t we have our dreams come true?”

(via honkifyourehomo)

m-o-o-n-w-h-i-s-p-e-r:

Ficus carica (the plants) makes a breathtaking display of aerial greenery filling the glass dome of what was once a chapel. Tradition has it that the dome was built round the tree.

m-o-o-n-w-h-i-s-p-e-r:

Ficus carica (the plants) makes a breathtaking display of aerial greenery filling the glass dome of what was once a chapel. Tradition has it that the dome was built round the tree.

(Source: keziamari, via genophobic-emo-kid)

You should be happy to know that your search has come to an end.

(Source: swnytddobsd, via gotquirks)

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  • girls who play video games: GOD DAMN IT MARIO. IS IT THAT FUCKING HARD TO STAY ON RAINBOW ROAD FOR MAYBE TEN SECONDS. OH MY FUCKING GOD PEACH YOU FUCKING WHORE. YOU REALLY HAD TO USE THE THUNDER CLOUD AND FUCKING SHRINK ME. REALLY. THIRD. I'M IN THIRD PLACE OH MY GOD YES THANK JESUS LORD ABOVE IN THE HEAVENS. FUCK. NO. I FELL OFF. I SWEAR TO GOD MARIO I'M GOING TO MURDER YOUR ITALIAN PLUMBER MOTHER FUCKING ASS. i hate my life.