#throw up cw

[septiccoffeefreak]

Jack the welder is a very normal guy with no issues whatsoever

[ruth-aldine]

everytime i throw up all i can think about is how the sensation is probably what it's like to be in hell. out of every horrible thing i've ever gone through i've never thought that so strongly then i have about puking my guts out. when i die i'm probably going to be constantly throwing up for all eternity

[vodkacheesefries]

So this Christmas Eve I got super sick and vomited 5 times. I was fine Christmas, the day after, and yesterday, but today, the same thing happened again. 

The only connection between the two times is that I took my dairy enzyme digestive helper pill thing, so I looked it up to see if anyone else was having the same problem. Turns out it’s a really common side effect of the pills, and it’s possible for the side effects to occur sometimes and not other times. 

And this has been absolutely miserable. Literally the worst I have felt stomach wise since this summer, so...

No more lactaid for me. Which means no more dairy. At all. 

[chemicalarospec]

What do people know about your body's physical reaction to anxiety changing? I'm pretty sure at this point my throwing up/dry heaving (more dry heaving since I've been home) problem is anxiety-based (even though it's never like an anxiety attack in the moment, I just wake up from non-intense dreams and know within a few minutes I'm going to vomit), but I've been anxious before in my life and never had it happen until this year. I'm worried it's my birth control, I take Nikki?

[hiro-doodlez]

Had a banana right before bed because I keep hearing say how they can make you have crazy dreams. My dream last night was that my cat threw up on my bed again whenever i got home at like midnight. That was not a crazy dream thats just like a weekly occurrence

[lwyrsdghtr]

@topray

it’s a hole. one she’s burrowed and bury herself in. full of endless, endless nights of ecstasy. and mornings that hit like a thousand tons of waste, only reminding her of the need to find that hazy joy again. she walks hand in hand with her addiction these days. addiction is the friend who convinces her that no boundaries can’t be stepped over. there’s no gamble too risky, no rule unbroken. she’ll take anything from anyone, a cigarette, a ride, a hit. and give nearly anything in return.

tonight, she’s got some twenty dollar bills crumpled up in the pocket of a hoodie that originally belonged to god knows who. she stands in the midst of a party on the outskirts of town, people moving around her like the winds of a tornado. jade is in the eye of a storm that only keeps getting bigger and shattering pieces of her life she holds dear. she stands still as the chaos unfolds around her, people are taking hits, getting off, some guy in the corner is puking in a bucket. she watches the chaos unfold around her, dark eyes washing over the room until they rest on another still being. another girl, not too far away. jade makes up her mind quickly, she’s got a good feeling about this girl, this girl is going to lead her to a hit. jade just knows it.

she crosses the room, a sly expression laying itself across her face as she comes into the other woman’s view. “ hey, ” she says over the sound of someone playing god awful music in another room, “ are you good at doing favors? ”

[scenessystem]

Once again I got so upset I threw up on myself! So tired of this!