and i love that you always reply my “good night” with “dream of me tonight”
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and i love that you always reply my “good night” with “dream of me tonight”
I wish we could hurry up get through this bullshit of being apart and start our lives together. Instead of snuggling your hoodie and laying my head on your pillow with my tears covering it, I wish I was snuggling you with my head on your chest because I sleep so much better with you. Instead of falling asleep on the phone, I wish I was falling asleep to your kisses. Instead of waking up to your text, I wish I was waking up to your perfect little smile. Instead of your tooth brush sitting in the holder in the same spot where you left it, I wish I was yelling at you because you left it out on the counter. Instead of my floor being clean, I wish it was covered with your clothes because you never pick up after yourself. Instead, of eating pizza rolls and having them all to myself, I wish I was able to give you the last one because I know you really want it. Instead of having my whole bathroom to get ready, I wish you were kicking me out and making me use the small mirror so you can use the big one (even though you don’t need it because you are already beautiful without makeup) Instead of watching movies on FaceTime, I wish we were arguing over the remote and who gets to pick what show we watch. Instead of eating whatever I want for dinner, I wish we were taking hours trying to decide what to eat since you always say “i don’t care” Instead of having my bed to myself, I wish I was sharing it with you and falling off the edge since you take up so much space. In stead of being apart I wish I was there or you were here. Instead of being 600 miles apart I wish we were getting on each other’s nerves from being together so much. I wish I was with you, living our dysfunctional but yet perfect life together
1. Post a picture of u?
2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?
3. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?
4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?
5. Can you commit to one person?
6. How do you look right now?
7. What exactly are you wearing right now?
8. How often do you listen to music?
9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?
10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2015?
11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?
12. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?
13. Are you good at hiding your feelings?
14. Can you drive a stick shift?
15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?
16. Are you going out of town soon?
17. When was the last time you cried?
18. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
19. If you could change your eye color, would you?
20. Name something you have to do tomorrow?
21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.
22. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?
23. Are you nice to everyone?
24. What are you sitting on right now?
25. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?
26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?
27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?
28. Do you get a lot of colds?
29. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?
30. Does anyone hate you?
31. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?
32. Do you like watching scary movies?
33. Are you a jealous person?
34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?
35. Did you have a dream last night?
36. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?
37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?
38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?
39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
40. Did you have a good day yesterday?
41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?
42. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?
43. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?
44. What’s the best part about school?
45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?
46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?
47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?
48. Were you single over the last summer?
49. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
50. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?
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Reblog if your illness does define you
Reblog if your illness has shaped your outlook on life and the world.
Reblog if your illness has warped your perceptions of people and social situations.
Reblog if your illness has altered some of the most fundamental aspects of your personality.
Reblog if your illness has impacted all of your relationships, and even been the reason for the beginning or end of some.
Reblog if your illness is often the cause of your moods and emotions, and affects nearly all of your moods and emotions in regard to other things.
Reblog if your illness has changed the strength of your virtues, from compassion and tolerance, to perseverance and determination, to gratitude and generosity.
Reblog if your illness has been a part of your life for so long that you honestly can’t differentiate the parts of your identity that are influenced by your illness from the parts that aren’t influenced by your illness.
Most importantly, please reblog this if you’re okay with your illness being on the incredibly long list of things that define you. Reblog if you don’t feel like your identity has to be completely undefined by your illness in order be valid. Reblog if you don’t necessarily like the parts of yourself that come from your illness, but don’t think that makes them any less you.
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Time for my yearly NY Comic Con ticket purchasing anxiety attack
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DO NOT DO THIS.
This makes me so angry.
If you work in a movie theater and you do this I have no respect for you.
My younger brother is Type 1 Diabetic.
When we go to a movie theater, we always get him diet soda. If he were to get regular when we asked for diet, we would not give him the insulin he would need for it. If that happens, his blood sugar level could go so high he could go into a coma, go blind, or even die.
If somebody gave him regular soda instead of diet without telling us, that person could be responsible for a nine-year-old being killed or blinded.
Just thinking about that makes me so angry. I get scared every time we take him to a movie in case the people working there saw this picture and decide to do the same thing.
Please signal boost this so people know.
This also applies to baristas
Fun story about the baristas doing this kind of shit.
I am very sensitive to lactose, not Lactose intolerant but because of stomach ulcers that are still healing. A couple years ago I went to Starbucks right after my classes with some friends and asked for a green tea latte with soy milk. The barista, for some reason out of malice and/or hate for her life so she took it out on me, gave me whole milk in my latte.
5 minutes after my first sip of latte, my stomach cramped BAD. Not the “Oh! time to poop!” kind of cramp but it felt like someone had stabbed me with a knife and twisted it. Now I’ve had this happen before so I knew the cause of it. I went up to the barista clutching my gut screaming at her that she put dairy in my latte rather than soy LIKE I REQUESTED. She denied it and called me a “pretentious white girl for wanting soy”and so my friends got the manager. I had to explain that I had stomach ulcers that were still healing and if I were to go to the hospital for this incident, they would be responsible for it.
Manager flipped his shit and the barista was terrified out of her mind. Pretty sure both thought i was gonna sue. Manager actually fired her on the spot because of the negligence. My friends managed to get me home in one piece while I stayed home for 3 days in absolute agony and missed my midterm.
So remember kiddies, if someone is asking for Diet or “Skinny” or “soy” or anything that is not regular, give them what they requested because it may not be them being healthy, but a dietary need that can possibly be life or death
also if they ARE trying to be healthy you should give it to them to!! Its not your decision to police or question others food choices!!!
also im lactose intolerant AND ive had stomach infections/ulcers so i feel this.
I have Celiac Disease, so I’m very gluten intolerant. When I go out to eat at restaurants a lot of people just assume that I asked for my food gluten free because of the gluten free diet fad (which is usually a bullshit diet btw).
Last month I went out to dinner with a friend at an italian restaurant that had a small gluten free menu. I had been there once before and had their gluten free pasta and it was great! I think one of the managers had been there and was super helpful when taking my order to make sure that everything was gluten free for me. When I ordered the gluten free pasta again this time though, the waitress who took my order all but rolled her eyes at me. I didn’t think much of it at the time, because the restaurant was so accommodating before, I just assumed it would be the same this time.
But sure enough, they brought out my pasta, I ate it, and about an hour later I had extreme stomach pains and was throwing up (in a movie theater no less).
Barfing and agonizing pain aside, eating gluten when you have celiac causes a lot of internal damage that’s hard to notice. The biggest thing is that it damages your intestines, preventing your body from absorbing nutrients properly, which can take months to heal.
So PLEASE, if you work at a restaurant or anything with food and someone asks for something a certain way, please listen to them and don’t just disregard someone’s order. It’s not funny and it can have serious consequences.
I will reblog this with every single story about someone getting sick because of an asshole giving them the opposite of what they ordered until it sinks in for everyone.
Recently on the news a 16 year old boy with a dairy allergy had gone to eat at IHOP with his family. The specifically asked if they could make dairy free pancakes and they said yes. Not too long after he had a reaction and was rushed to the hospital. This kid died because the was dairy in his pancakes that they asked for no dairy. His epi pen that his mother had wasn’t enough to help him. I know working in fast food or any job that’s serves food and beverage sucks but not as much as causing someone to get sick over negligence.
My youngest cousin – who is now five, he just started kindergarten – has Celiac’s disease. You would not BELEIVE the amount of times I’ve heard my aunt say she’s ordered something gluten free, only to watch the waiter or waitress’s eyes go huge when she gives it to my cousin – my cousin with the medical id band on his tiny five year old wrist proclaiming I HAVE CELIACS and have to take it back. Shit like this could kill my cousin. Knock it the fuck off.
I cannot tolerate caffeine–it makes me have chest pain and a racing pulse, and also gives me horrible body pain, so I always ask for decaf if I order coffee when I’m out, and doublecheck with the waiter/ress when they bring it. but instead of saying “is this decaf like I asked for?” I always say “oh, did I remember to order decaf?” I shouldn’t have to act like I’m the forgetful one (because I know damn well I asked for decaf) but it seems to work better than implying that they screwed up when I take the blame on myself like that. and if there’s any hesitation when they answer, I tell them, “if there’s any doubt, please get another one, or just give me water–if this is regular, it’ll mess up my heart” and lots of times when I say that, they look alarmed and go change it or get another one.
but I shouldn’t HAVE to share my personal medical history with strangers just to get my order right! no one should! how is it their business? it makes me really uncomfortable to have to do that. JUST GIVE PEOPLE WHAT THEY ORDER!
I’ve reblogged this maaaany times before but there’s a few new stories on here so i’m doing it again.
cut this shit out
don’t be that kind of asshole.
As a diabetic, this would make me so beyond angry. Skinny doesn’t mean they don’t have a life threatening illness. Skinny doesn’t mean they can process sugar the way you do. People that do this are the worst kinds of people. DO NOT DO THIS!
Me and my family went to a restaurant a few years back and one of the dishes we ordered was made with wine vinegar, which I am allergic to, so we asked the waiter to skip it, and he said sure, no problem, that’s fine. So my food gets to the table, and I start eating and then my throat closes and I can’t breathe and then I start coughing and throwing up right there in the middle of the restaurant and it was very fortunate that I was with my family and they knew what was happening to me. I had to be rushed to the hospital, and admitted, and I came damn near close to having my throat cut open so I could breathe through a whole on my neck. Because they put wine vinegar in my food when I explicitly told them not to, because they were assholes, and I could have died. They probably didn’t mean to hurt me but they did. I missed class, and work, and, again, I COULD HAVE DIED.
don’t be that arsehole people.
Throwback to that time I asked for a Virgin Mojito, because alcohol messes up with my medication, and I got a regular one. Fortunately alcohol is simple enough to taste, but when I asked to take it back, they kept insisting that it was a Virgin. I said that no, it was not, I could smell the alcohol for fuck's sake. As soon as I told them I'm on medication that strictly requires no contact with alcohol whatsoever, they apologized and took it back. Oh, now that I could die in your pub and you'd be responsible for that you care. What a coincidence. Lol
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A personality disorder explained to somebody that doesn't have one.
Today I tried to explain what having a personality disorder is like to my boyfriend, who doesn’t have one, in relation to why it is so hard for me to change my behaviors. I think I did it fairly well, and I just want to post it here for other pd friends out here that might need it.
Imagine having two friends, A and B. A’s leg hurts; B does not have a leg. A’s leg hurts, so they refuse to walk. You’re their friend, so you tell them “Come on A! Your leg is not gonna heal itself, come on, take short little walks with me!” You give them your arm, you take them step by step, first around their house, then all the way to the end of their street and back, supporting them… You want them to walk again, and everybody supports you in this, cause who wouldn’t want A to walk?
B wants to walk too, but with or without support, without a leg, B just can’t walk. If B tries to walk, all they do is just falling down on their face. The more B walks, the more they destroy themselves. You’re their friend, so you try and tell them to just accept themselves as they are: you love them, even if they can’t walk.
Isn’t the right thing for B to just stop walking?
Yes, my boyfriend said.
Exactly, I said. Having a personality disorder is being B, and my missing leg is the ability to act in certain ways. B cannot be helped by friends, it would only be dangerous; just like me. We can only be helped by doctors, because they know exactly to what degree we can get better. Maybe B will never walk and I will never not split, but we will have happy lives anyway. Isn’t that special anyway?
Today’s picture for invisible illness is a personal one. This is one of about 30 notes that my friend has received since using her handicapped placard. I’m going to say this to you, have you ever seen someone get out of a car parked in a handicapped space and said to yourself “they look too young or they don’t look disabled.” I’m going to go with yes you have, because we all have at one time. I can’t remember doing it, but before I understood the difficulties of invisible illness when I was younger I probably did. Let me ask you this though, when you had that thought was it because you knew with 100% certainty that they weren’t handicapped or did you assume that because of their age and/or not seeing a cane, walker or wheelchair? All I’m asking is that we stop and think when we someone need a mobility aid, park in a handicapped space or say they are disabled that we remember this “DISABILITY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH AGE OR APPEARNACE.” #spoonie #invisibleillness #disability #chronicillness #rheumatoidarthritis #lupus #fibromyalgia #myofascialpainsyndrome
If nothing else, this post needs to be seen around the internet more. This harassment is not okay and no one should have to deal with it on top of having an invisible illness. This is just another form of anonymous bullying to add to the internet bullying these TROLLS are capable of.
If you are healthy, please reblog. If you are sick, please reblog. If you have a disability, please reblog. If you have an invisible illness, please reblog. If you know someone with a disability, please reblog. If you are a human being, please reblog. Let’s spread the word and help those of us that may not look like it.
Ignorance isn’t bliss, ignorance is ignorance.
My mom had cancer that has spread to her lungs and outwardly, she looked healthy. However, she couldn’t walk very far. She had a blue tag and she got some killer looks while walking to the electric wheel chairs, just because she looked healthy. Another story: I was chewed out once for fetching one of the electric wheel chairs for her.
My best friends sister has a heart disease and she looks totally normal and everything except for the big scar on her chest and they have a handicap sign and everything, because when she walks too much, she gets very sick and I think she has trouble breathing and she starts throwing up so yes I agree with this. No, not every person with a handicap sign thing is in a wheelchair or some kind of limp. Don’t be so ignorant.
This has happens to my mother so often. She looks amazing and walks with perfect mobility. She has grand mal seizures triggered by heat and sun and we live in California. Walking through long parking lots can easily trigger this and cause her to possibly die from falling and hitting her head on a car or on the ground. For a few years she stopped parking in these spaces because of all of the harassment. She literally was socially pressured into risking her LIFE because of harassment.
NEVER assume you know if someone has a disability. NEVER.
Dude I’m IN a chair part of the time.and get shit amd told ‘well I saw her walking last week!’ Ugh.
My thoughts upon reading the initial post were as follows: “I’m all for disabled people getting benefits, but if they don’t need a wheelchair or a cane to walk, wouldn’t it be polite to not use the handicapped space?”
But after reading what others have added I see my error. Of course there are people who cannot walk too much even though they don’t use a walking aid. Of course those people deserve to park in the handicapped space.
So, thank you for making this post and opening my eyes.
I have to walk with a cane and I get dirty looks all the time because I look too young.
something they don’t tell you when you become chronically ill is all the guilt.
I feel guilty because people have to take care of me sometimes.
I feel guilty that they have to deal with listening to me complain about my latest hospital visit.
I feel guilty that I have to cancel plans that I have to cancel plans.
I feel guilty that I cost so much money.
I feel guilty that I can’t always make it to class, or I leave early, or I can barely pay attention.
I feel guilty when my profs let it slide and I end up passing when I know I didn’t do nearly enough.
I feel guilty that I haven’t been able to get a job.
I feel guilty that, because I don’t have a job, my boyfriend and friends often have to pay for me when we go out.
Being chronically ill doesn’t just mean feeling like shit physically. It’s feeling like shit emotionally because it drags other people into your shit.
I dunno, maybe I’m being overly dramatic because I haven’t been able to get myself to eat today
This is so tragically accurate. I constantly deal with guilt, and I have family members and friends attack me and make me feel guiltier. I often feel like I should hide away and live with my illnesses on my own instead of trying to follow my dreams and inconveniencing others with my inconsistent and horrible health.
This is so true….
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