People usually remember that I’m diabetic only when I’m eating. And then they think that’s all it is— a food thing.
But I still have t1 diabetes when I leave the dinner table.
I’m diabetic when I wake up and when I’m sitting down doing homework. I’m diabetic when I’m playing tennis, when I’m picking my outfit for the day, when I’m babysitting and when I forget the words when I’m singing to myself…
I’m diabetic when I’m stressed and disappointed, excited or in love, angry and ashamed or lonely or hurt. It doesn’t go away when I put the cap back on the syringe. It does not retreat once I fall to sleep.

bornthisdiabetic:

This is so perfectly correct.

typeoneprincess:

*sniffs* aaahhh nothing like the smell of insulin in the morning

villain-lover:

death-by-lulz:

whogivsaratshoot:


laughing for 5 mins 
klefable:

shockingly, kids are sick and tired of paying hundreds of dollars for overpriced stacks of paper!!!!!! who wouldve thought!!!!!!
ladugard:

The only nail polish for me

hanukkahlewinsky:

mom: but honey, you’re special to *me*

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mosellegreen:

alegbra:

have you ever gotten to that certain point in the school year where you just

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Ah, yes. The second day.

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