Your Imagesty

Surreal as it gets

[ekkels]

[did-you-know]

There’s a brain condition that gives you an uncontrollable urge to make puns. If you’ve damaged the right frontal lobe of your brain, you can develop Witzelsucht, which is German for “joke addiction”. The condition causes a compulsive need to constantly make up or tell jokes- even in the middle of the night or during an important interview. Source Source 2 Source 3

[thequotejournals]

Sensitive suffer more, but they love more and dream more.

Augusto Cury (via wordsnquotes)

[aguitada]

P.S. Just a reminder: Grief is not a one-time thing for people with chronic health problems. Just like people grieving the loss of a loved one find the sadness washes over them at holidays or family events or even unexpected everyday moments, we who are grieving the loss of ourselves, or our former lives, will find the feelings come at random–When someone mentions an activity we used to love, or even something as simple as spilling a glass of milk, or not being able to find our keys. It doesn’t mean you’re a failure. It means you’re human. And it’s okay.

Sick and Tired: Empathy, Encouragement, and Practical help for Those Suffering from Chronic Health Problems by Kimberly Rae  (via aguitada)

[ekkels]

😑

When you finally lose the steroid weight, your doctor prescribes steroids again.

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Chris McCaw - Sunburn (2012)

Vintage photo paper exposed to the sun over long timeframes, resulting in landscape images literally seared by the sun.

[ekkels]

Antemeridian

Afraid to shine

Even The Sun cannot stop

the world turning

the curtain to her stage

Her perpetually-waking audience

Awaits her audible arrival

She meekly finds mountains to hide behind

And heats with fury the water

of the rivers that reflect her

The fog that

just

for

a

moment

muffles the thrill of her arrival

Her strength so powerful

She spurs others

To turn

To wake

To watch

Her light shining through facades

Casting all shadows behind

And

Warming the faces with eyes open

The moon

Gives her relief

In the darkness of changing acts

Reminding that The Sun is never gone

Just afraid to be seen

[spooniestrong]

[ekkels]

Trump, Day 177

I think we’re due for a reflection.

Roughly a year ago, I said goodbye to my sister of a lifetime to the South and goodbye to a boyfriend of two and more years to his insecurities. Now, I do me by me. My body hurts a lot more than it had, but my bed is practically perfect in everyway and my sheets have the thread count of a Greek god’s. My diagnoses seem to grow by the minute.

I’m halfway through my second bachelors because that’s something in which only insane people like to torture themselves. The limited energy I do have is more focused. Human rights and astrophysics get to reign supreme again in my land of enginerd. 

“I’m trying to let others help me,” she says as she drives herself to the E.R. “It’s been a long strange trip, dontcha know.”

[ekkels]

Spoonie life

An entire load of laundry is pajamas… really great comfy, soft pajamas that now smell snuggly and are warm.

[pr1nceshawn]

Tattoos That Turned People’s Scars Into Works Of Art.

[greeneyes-anddimples]

I’m shooooook. Wow.

[quakerjoe]

[level3bird]

There it is. 

[rickmctumbleface]

Germans learned a hard lesson in the pitfalls of nationalism that Americans have yet to learn.

[ghostlywriterr]

[ekkels]

If you had asked

If you had asked

If you had asked I plugged in my old tv I watched our favorite dvd

If you had asked I spent time pulling the weeds I grew something with my deeds

If you had asked I spilled the paint I launched its fate

If you had asked I sowed my debts I vowed which kept

If you had asked I froze the brine I thawed the rhyme

If you had asked, I would’ve said I took a bottle to task Then I finished the flask.

[thatchronicfeeling]

she had survived […] simply by failing to notice how unlikely it was that she should.

Jo Baker, Longbourn (via thatchronicfeeling)

[ekkels]

At first, I was annoyed that my co-worker scoffed at me when I was told the new limits for our Flexible Savings Accounts, by saying it's hell to get old. The one who told me was all like yeh old people have expensive meds. Then, I realized that I've successfully went almost five years without most of my co-workers knowing I have Crohn's or anything wrong at all. Which also means no one knows that I'm the reason they wanted us to join a nonprofit to pay for our prescriptions. I was pretty sure there was some gossiping and off hand comments said but now I know that's not the case. It's super relieving to not have anyone other the director and deputy director know how much my employer has paid for my care. I typed as I sit in mild pain. With love, Crohns Disease

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