I love suddenly blorfing up a blob of foam comprised of stomach acid, chai, phlegm, and despair.
My biology ain’t right.
I burped and acid refluxed at the same time. Not great.
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I love suddenly blorfing up a blob of foam comprised of stomach acid, chai, phlegm, and despair.
My biology ain’t right.
I burped and acid refluxed at the same time. Not great.
i don’t know who told the hoo fandom that hazel is a passenger princess because she isn’t she’d definitely have a car she’d drive at unhuman speeds and it’s it’s literally canon she just has a horse and not a car
I just threw up naturally for the second time today. I've been nauseated since last night. I don't know if it's my gastroparesis because my resting heart rate was over 150 each time I got nauseated enough to puke today. In this video, I continue to work on the computer while I'm waiting to throw up with a bin under my mouth and even in-between the first heave and the coughing, before I'm vomiting too much in earnest to do anything but puke.
When did I stop growing?
When did I stop being me?
When did I start absorbing?
When did the space between what I thought I was feeling
And when I stopped feeling
And started accepting that I was okay with
The absence of feeling to feel
For others as love.
To take their hurt, their anger, and their pain as mine.
Thinking in many ways as I got older if it wasnt directly aimed at me.
If I was HELPING THEM.
I was feeling.
I was actually suffering for so long.
My body was a weapon used to absorb.
Take it its yours.
I dont feel it, except I hate myself silently.
The grocery store somehow became terrifying.
I stare into cars, why?
All my dreams become dreams that are about sacrificing to HELP OTHERS.
I AM A CAREGIVER, I AM A MARTYR.
I AM A 35 YEAR OLD WOMAN WHO IS DEAD INSIDE AND WHO SUDDENLY HAS TWO BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN.
Wait.
My first son was born on my fathers birthday.
How beautiful.
No.
My father is my abuser.
He taught me love is a weapon, love is sacrifice. Love is abandonment hidden behind fulfilling prophecies we blame on our children.
We end up alone in old homes with pictures. With grandchildren who look like us who reject love and who carry our tears and nighttime fears of "What if I hurt you".
I still didnt see it.
But now that I am opening up I see the Father Wound.
I see both sides of the coin.
I suffer the sins of the father so that the son doesnt have to.
Y'all what are we doing shipping izuku and shota aizawa. MR aizawa..... ERASERHEAD.. and izuku midoriya. Like I can "pass" the time skip vers.....no, no I can't.
Izuku is like 23-25 in ts I suppose it's not TOO bad bc he's still canonically an adult, BUT WTF???? Aizawa is maybe like in his 40s and mind you.....IZUKU USED TO BE HIS STUDENT. am I the only one finding this weird🙁🙁
what's even worse..
WHAT??? dawg.
Geez, poor Libby sure does barf a lot.
Even the ghost mimicing her can't help it.
mom just said her friend could hook me up with a mormon boy if I really wanted to date