#splodin bones

[surgerywithsmiles]

Conversation with Music Grad

Me: Hun, was Mozart's posse called a wolfgang?

Friend: Maybe, but I heard his favorite food was a Ba-na-na-naaaa.

Music Grad: That was Beethoven!

Friend:Shut the fuck up it was still funny!

[dynamitebones]

PSA for People Meeting those with Diseases

So I’ve been doing pretty good with my disease, excepting that the tumor is there and becoming for confident with my features. I even took the step to cut my hair short because god forbid I get a little confident. During a festival I met up with an old friend who was currently with their own group, soon enough we all started talking. And soon enough, like it always does because I’m not ashamed, my tumors came up. I mentioned that yes, I have a tumor in the right side of my jaw, and this is a fucking PSA for everyone meeting someone with a disease::

When you meet someone with any kind of condition, do not try to mime what is wrong with them using your own body, especially by shifting your jaw around so it eventually looks like its sliding off your face while saying, “Oh is that why your ___ is like this?”

Because while before I had gained back some confidence I am now horrified that’s what I actually look like, like my fucking jaw is sliding off my face. I feel like I’m fishing for compliments that I don’t deserve now when I ask my friends about it, because maybe they’re all lying to me. But all I want to hear is “No you look fine, it’s okay.” And I regret that I was too polite and didn’t go beat him until his jaw stuck like that.

My bones are eaten and broken from the inside, and have been for the past 15 years. I will not have my victories and strife boiled down to my scars

[surgerywithsmiles]

PSA for People Meeting those with Diseases

So I've been doing pretty good with my disease, excepting that the tumor is there and becoming for confident with my features. I even took the step to cut my hair short because god forbid I get a little confident. During a festival I met up with an old friend who was currently with their own group, soon enough we all started talking. And soon enough, like it always does because I'm not ashamed, my tumors came up. I mentioned that yes, I have a tumor in the right side of my jaw, and this is a fucking PSA for everyone meeting someone with a disease::

When you meet someone with any kind of condition, do not try to mime what is wrong with them using your own body, especially by shifting your jaw around so it eventually looks like its sliding off your face while saying, "Oh is that why your ___ is like this?"

Because while before I had gained back some confidence I am now horrified that's what I actually look like, like my fucking jaw is sliding off my face. I feel like I'm fishing for compliments that I don't deserve now when I ask my friends about it, because maybe they're all lying to me. But all I want to hear is "No you look fine, it's okay." And I regret that I was too polite and didn't go beat him until his jaw stuck like that.

My bones are eaten and broken from the inside, and have been for the past 15 years. I will not have my victories and strife boiled down to my scars

[dynamitebones]

My worst fear will always be death. At any moment I could end in an unintelligible blast of pain and fear, all I have worked for and strove towards is gone indefinitely and I am powerless to stop it. I fear what I cannot see, what I am unsure of, what is such an indefinite power of my life. 

My greatest enabler will always be death. Why not smile at that stranger or make random conversation with people you rarely know? Why spend your entire day or week brooding, not remembering the last time you truly enjoyed yourself out of petty reasons. Always smile, in the hottest days enjoy the glance of wind. Laugh the loudest you can during moments with friends and let the tears be released when it all becomes too much. 

My soul will continue to grow until my sudden death comes. I want to have year long blooms and make people stop when they pass by. I want other's wish they had something so expansive and shocking in their own gardens.I will smile, I will grow, and I will be thankful. I will live until death comes for me.

[surgerywithsmiles]

My worst fear will always be death. At any moment I could end in an unintelligible blast of pain and fear, all I have worked for and strove towards is gone indefinitely and I am powerless to stop it. I fear what I cannot see, what I am unsure of, what is such an indefinite power of my life. 

My greatest enabler will always be death. Why not smile at that stranger or make random conversation with people you rarely know? Why spend your entire day or week brooding, not remembering the last time you truly enjoyed yourself out of petty reasons. Always smile, in the hottest days enjoy the glance of wind. Laugh the loudest you can during moments with friends and let the tears be released when it all becomes too much. 

My soul will continue to grow until my sudden death comes. I want to have year long blooms and make people stop when they pass by. I want other's wish they had something so expansive and shocking in their own gardens.I will smile, I will grow, and I will be thankful. I will live until death comes for me.