#its heavy

[thirdofdxcember]

remember how there's a tree in my room?? it just fucking fell down.

[hungryhyena]

hey any transmascs how do u deal w periods

due to shitty pharmacy i am in hell

they affect my mental health to a dangerous degree and have since i was fuckin 11. im talking to my pc abt possibly getting a hysterectomy bc if i lose access to t n have to deal w them again i will not survive but im also terrified of surgery! but if i cant get one wtf am i gonna do!!

i dont go out as a rule when they happen but i have dnd tomorrow n vending saturday if its still going by then i really dont know how im gonna do it. i feel disgusting

[channelrat]

[karda]

this show is anxiety inducing as fuck but damnnnnn is it good

[sleep-safe]

shout-out to anyone with a preventable disability. shout-out to the frustration and the pain and the grief and the rage. if your disability was caused by ignorance or negligence or malice or chance i see you. if someone else had made a difference choice or if you could have made different choices i see you. i see your pain. you are no less entitled to feel that grief even if you could have done something. you shouldn’t be in pain even if you caused it. i forgive you, i see you. if someone else caused your disability i see you. you’re entitled to rage and grief and confusion. to everyone who sees people ignoring the same advice that could have prevented your own suffering, i see you. i see your sorrow, your indignation, your desperation. It’s frustrating when people don’t take your advice because they can’t see the looming outcome. Even when you’re right there.

[deducemyheart]

"Every hour wounds. The last one kills."

Neil Gaiman, American Gods

[doeslivinghavevalue]

As my days pass by, my chest feels heavier. As if there was a weight placed directly in the centre of my chest and as each day flows by this weight I bare only grows heavier. This weight has made not only my heart heavy, but my body also and well as limiting my ability to breathe as freely as I once used to. As of last night I found myself unable to breathe, unable to see as tears endlessly ebbed and flowed from my eyes. The only binding factor I had was the harsh fabric that encapsulated the floor of my bedroom, door closed and music loud yet nothing worked until I was left empty.  I wish to keep breathing, this pain is not welcome yet it is as of current unavoidable for me. I do not wish this kind of pain on any other human, so I shall opt to deal with this crushing pain alone. I do not wish to suffocate in these binds we call emotion, I wish to relinquish this at the first moment possible.

[pocketdragon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale & Beca Mitchell Characters: Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell, Aubrey Posen Additional Tags: bechloe - Freeform, Song fic, Future Fic, Angst, Medical Procedures Series: Part 10 of Sing to me Instead Summary:

Beca always thought time would be on her side. She always thought there would be a right time to finally admit out loud how she feels, but months have turned to weeks have turned to days and hours and- now- she’s left with no choice. She can’t let Chloe go without saying it.

Not when it might be the last thing she ever hears.

An emotional and angsty short story with themes of physical illness.