[ilikeyoshi]

me: hey how long is this thing going to last

someone: haha you just want to know when you’re off the hook

me: hah

me: (actually i just need to allocate the right expectations and backlog of energy and make sure the rest of my day falls in good accordance with it so that i don’t feel time-crunched and propel myself into a hysteria because if i don’t know how long this thing lasts or when it ends i can’t possibly know when literally anything else starts and my entire life becomes an unraveled realm of anarchy with no rhyme or reason and how is that not terrifying to you)

[ilikeyoshi]

me: hey how long will this take

someone: oh like twenty minutes

me: ok

*an hour later*

me: *clinging to every learned social skill i can think of with the desperate hope my distress and exhaustion doesn’t show*

someone: hey we’re almost done don’t be so crabby

me: *smiling* *internally screaming at this SENSELESS CHAOS*

[ilikeyoshi]

someone: hey do you want to do [involving time-consuming thing]

me: hey that sounds fun! when were you thinking?

someone: oh we’re doing it right now

me: oh. like. now-now? like right now. like you want me to stop what i’m doing and get up and do this thing with you, suddenly, with thirty seconds of warning. now. like this second. immediately. now?

[sunflowers13]

*takes medicine*

Me: *ten minutes later* I'm really nauseous. Don't fuck this up body, that's a lot of money in there.

[mostly10]

misha/castiel on the set of supernatural

[fashionandanostomy]

The difficulty of chronic illness...

Sometimes I think the hardest thing about being a spoonie isn’t the confusion or fear of the unknown; I think it’s the certainty.

That day (whether six months after diagnosis or six years) when you wake up and truly realize that this is *never* going away. That heartbreaking certainty is more then I can handle some days.

How do I live another 40-60 years like this? Somedays it’s all I can do to get out of the house because it feels like a pointless exercise; why bother when it can all fall apart next week. A good friend of mine with Crohn’s said that she became much happier when she stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop. But sometimes the spectre of that shoe is all I can see or think about.

[nineprotons]

“Got the morbs” should be a thing.

[isthislivingg]

When you can laugh with someone while having sex, you found your person

[ithelpstodream]

I needed these and I figured you do, too.

[myalgicencephalomyelitiscfstom]

[the-porcelain-empress-deactivat]

The safety pin “movement” is the stupidest thing since semicolon tattoos, dots on people’s hands and yellow themed blogs.

[whomst]

The safetypin thing is like a pat on the back for all white ppl who feel guilty and want to be like “uwu I’ll protect u” but they’re really just trying to show themselves off as “look at me being a good person of ally” like it’s not even subtle u go through the tag it’s all white ppl talking about how much of a great person they r for pinning themselves like come on

[randomactsofchaos]

so it looks like the safety pin thing has been co-opted by white supremacists. we need other, better ways to show solidarity anyway. wear an “i’ll go with you” pin, if you want that badly to wear a pin, or better yet, stand up for marginalized folks when you see them being harassed (online and irl). join an organization, volunteer your time, donate money, join a protest, if you’re able. wear a “black lives matter” or a “not my president” t shirt. there are so many ways to show solidarity and we need to get started now.

[highreevecain-deactivated202502]

[puttingcursesondonaldjtrump]

[naamahdarling]

cannibalcoalition:

Like to charge, reblog to cast. 

I curse Donald Trump and I curse his ideas.  I invoke the Hex of Obsolescence.

May he be devoured by his own shadow, may his name stick in every throat, may the favoring of him bind to the earth every roving foot until the nail of hatred is pulled, may his ideas twist to lance any hand which will not renounce its greed, may the churned mud of lies clot every closed heart with weakness and fear, may he and his works fall and be devoured by the teeming creatures that feast on rot and putrescence, may his ugliness be sunk into emptiness and ruin, may his name and his word turn to dust and be driven like ash before a fiery wind, never to find rest in any fertile field, nor nourish any fruit.

[castironjackelope]

Sure, i’m down to join a tumblr curse.

[fallenangelmuse]

Boi, I’m down with it

[systemofrassilon-archive]

Let’s fuckin do it 

[blueboxofsnark]

Let’s do the thing

[yarn-over]

I dont even try to stop myself anymore ლ(ಠ◡ಠლ)

[cowthropologist]

nobody ever talks about how selfless it is to choose, over and over again, to not commit suicide. nobody ever acknowledges the tremendous sacrifice suicidal people make every time we choose not to kill ourselves. when a person who is suffering so horribly that death seems like their best option decides not to take their one way out, and to instead remain in hell, day after day, year after year, because they don’t want to hurt the people they love, they are doing something extraordinary. not killing yourself when it’s all you want to do is the purest act of love i can imagine. dying for someone is easy – you don’t have to deal with any of the consequences, you have your moment of nobility and then it’s all over. but living for someone, when the simple fact of consciousness is literal torture for you? every single suicidal person who ever made a choice to not kill themselves in a moment of misery is a goddamn hero in my eyes. wanting to die and still surviving is an act of titanic courage and self-sacrifice. we deserve more credit for it.

[nimthirielrinon]

I may have run out of spoons, but I’ve got a fork and I’m not afraid to use it 😡

[chronicallyinvisible]

You know what utterly sucks about being chronically ill is that you constantly have to do everything exactly right if you want even a small chance of feeling okay. If you want to drink a glass of wine or eat a bit of gluten or go out for a night or clean the house or go for a jog or stay up late you can bet that you’re going to pay for it later, because it’s not like chronic illness grants any sort of leeway. It’s so exhausting having to abide by a set of rules that you’ve had to put in place just so that you can have some quality of life. You don’t get to get away with anything, you just have to stick to the rules and treat yourself when you have the energy or emotional capacity to deal with the fallout.