unnerve

[thenatsdorf]

Working from home. (via mujisama)

[msspookypickles]

Unmute

[cosmomoore]

Thor does this lol

[kaenimmx]

Cute

[respectfulmemes]

[thalassokori]

help leh i want to una****

[thalassokori]

mental health has been so good for so long.

a sudden departure has brought it nosediving down.

getting better then getting worse.

intrusive thoughts, a depressive episode, and mild suicidal ideations.

tired.

[gianlupeter-deactivated20160829]

[babypetals]

https://www.instagram.com/p/B5hxh-lFxM7/

[cameronlocklee]

[fried1ton]

[urbanxdivinity]

[urbanxdivinity]

[mynowherenothing]

i want to be a vampire,,,not bc of the aesthetic but bc i could live a thousand years & major in so many subjects & just learn.

[humansofnewyork]

“I’d never given it any thought. But when my boss’s husband got a kidney from a newscaster in town, it sorta became a local story. And I began to learn more about it. I found out that a kidney from a living donor can give someone more than twenty years of life. And there were 2500 people in Ohio on the waiting list. So after confirming that I’d still be able to drink, I signed up for the registry. Two months later I got an email saying that they’d found a match. They’d only say that it was a local man. But I was excited. I think I needed a little purpose in my life. I didn’t have any children. I didn’t have anyone to carry on my whatever. And I loved thinking that I could help someone in such a major way. Not everyone meets their donor. But since both of us agreed, a meeting was arranged for after the surgery. They sat me in a conference room at the hospital. I had no idea who was going to walk in the door. And when Tom walked in, I could only think one thing: ‘Oh my God. I’ve given my kidney to Wesley Snipes.’ He was really quiet, so I did most of the talking. But at the end he said: ‘I only have one question. Why would you do this for someone you didn’t know?’ And I said: ‘Why not?’ After that it was like a light switched on. We were going to be friends forever. That’s just how it was going to be. Tom became like a brother to me. He makes fun of me a lot, but he’s also extremely protective. Not that I’d ever need someone killed, but if I did, I’d know who to call. Three years after the transplant I was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was a nasty kind. And I didn’t have any family around. But Tom called my sister in Florida and said: ‘Don’t worry. I’ve got this. It’s my turn to take care of her.’ He took me to every single one of my chemo appointments. He kept me company the entire time. A few weeks after my treatment ended, I threw myself a 50th birthday party. At the end I gave a little speech. I was looking out at all the people I loved. All the people who’d helped me. And I couldn’t even speak. I turned into a big sobbing mess. Tom got up from his chair and walked to the side of the stage, and grabbed my hand. And he held it until I could speak again.”

[thalassokori]

on 3 august 2020, i took a cab and noticed that my driver kept making some weird sounds almost like he was gasping for air.

at some point i asked him if he was okay.

long story short, he said he had been doing this since young, and it was just an overwhelming need to make these sounds, sometimes to crack his jaw, amongst other things he couldn’t name.

i was like, oh okay, i know of that.

and he asked me what it was. i told him it sounded like he had a mild case of tourette’s. or at the very least, the things he were doing sounded like ‘tics’.

after a quick google, this 30+ yo man found a very likely answer to what had been happening to him all his life.

i found that interaction to be so wildly serendipitous. that one day a passenger would get into his car and tell him “here’s what it is”. i’m very thankful too that that passenger was me.

[theanimalmemes]

Tw kayjanelle

[humansofnewyork]

“I wanted to fly planes on an aircraft carrier, but my father had fought in World War I, and he told me that we’re a family who goes into the army.  So I enlisted in the infantry.  I wasn’t worried about a thing.  I was only eighteen years old.  I was too young and too stupid to be afraid.  The government sent me to Europe on the Queen Mary. I had two sets of dog tags.  One of them designated my religion as ‘Hebrew,’ which I planned on throwing away if I got caught.  I was sent to the Battle of the Bulge.  When I arrived at my post outside of Luxembourg, I learned that all the officers in my company had been killed, except for one.  He assigned me to be an advance scout.  It sounds like a glamorous job, but my orders were to walk in front and draw fire so everyone behind me knew there was danger.  At one point a shell exploded over my head and my ear started bleeding.  When the medics finished bandaging me up, they told me: ‘That will be enough to get you a Purple Heart!’  But I told them to keep it because I knew they’d notify my parents, and I didn’t want them to worry.  After I recovered I was transferred to the Mauthausen concentration camp.  I arrived on my 19th birthday.  My new job was to guard the liberated prisoners so the Nazis didn’t come back and kill them.  These people were so emaciated from being starved to death.  I was helping to bury hundreds of bodies per day.  But I couldn’t cry.  Because I had be strong for the prisoners.  They needed my strength.  I would walk around the courtyard at night, and sing a popular Jewish song called ‘My Yiddishe Momme.’  It’s a whole long story about missing your mother, but the lyrics didn’t matter.  I’d sing it as loud as I could.  Because I wanted everyone to know that a Jewish boy was there to protect them.”   #quarantinestories

[justcatposts]

Cat from nearby farm brought her kitten

(via)

[lesgorgeous]

Sushi.