TheMercuryQueen

Hi, it's your girl TheMercuryQueen here and I know it's been a hot minute since I've been on here but I have exciting news, especially if you're a M*A*S*H fan; I am proud to announce a brand new fanfic entitled My Favourite Lieutenant: a M*A*S*H story! The ship will be Klinger x OC, please give it a read, share, vote and comment. I hope you enjoy the story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/389685060-my-favourite-lieutenant-a-m-a-s-h-story
          Love, TheMercuryQueen xoxo

I can officially announce that my mum’s operation has GOT RID OF ALL OF THE CANCER!!! Mum’s going to be okay! Thank you all for your support, prayers, love, kind words and messages. I’m so grateful for everyone checking in and for being on this journey with us.
          
          Thank you from the bottom of my heart I won’t forget this, I can say my mother kept a brave face and she never gave up the fight~TheMercuryQueen❤️

It’s with a heavy heart and absolute shock that I announce that my mother has been diagnosed with breast cancer. She’ll be starting chemotherapy and will be having a breast removal surgery. As her daughter, I am completely devastated by this news and shocked by this news.
          
          Please keep my mum in your prayers 

My Doctor is returning to the TARDIS ❤️

JOHNNY GOT HIS JUSTICE! <3

Do not go gentle into that good night, 
          Old age should burn and rave at close of day; 
          Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 
          
          Though wise men at their end know dark is right, 
          Because their words had forked no lightning they 
          Do not go gentle into that good night. 
          
          Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright 
          Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, 
          Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 
          
          Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, 
          And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, 
          Do not go gentle into that good night. 
          
          Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight 
          Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
          Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 
          
          And you, my father, there on that sad height, 
          Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. 
          Do not go gentle into that good night. 
          Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 
          ~Dylan Thomas 1914-1953

To my followers,
          When I tell you I’m okay, I’m not,
          I’m hiding it all in, because I don’t want to be a bother to you,
          I sometimes wanna hide my emotions because it’s easier to pretend.
           Sometimes my smile is a way to make everyone  feel assured that I’m okay.
          I’m sorry for lying, I’m just overwhelmed every day. My head makes me think I’m useless and no good, I need help but I’m too scared to ask.
          I really want to explain how I feel but it’s too hard, too painful and cold.
          I don’t know how to feel properly, I don’t how to react, I’m sorry for hiding for everything from everyone please don’t hate me. 
          I don’t want to lose you all, I’m scared to lose you all. 
          Funny thing is I’m literally trying not to cry while I’m writing this, which feels awkward and weird.
          My humour, my jokes and comedy are my only release to make people happy, I only others first because it makes me forget the pain I’m feeling.
          
          This is the first time I am expressing the heavy weight on my shoulders. 
          
          Please forgive me,
          All my love
          ~Shanai ❤️

Does anyone feel like they have a bottomless lagoon of sorrow and despair, dark and cold, making you drown in a whirlwind of emotional imbalance and depression? Anxiety just mixes into it to make it more complex. Today describes this ^

Happy Birthday to the gorgeous, beautiful, angelic Judy Garland I love and miss you so fucking much x

Sorry for my slow updates on my books but mental health won't give me a break!