Punk 4 Never

thisturtleisneon:

me during remission: but was I ever really that sick? do I count as being in the chronic illness community anymore? in comparison to others, I’ve gotten so lucky, so I don’t deserve to complain or talk about my condition, it’s barely had any effect on my life really

me during a flare: my life is the worst, no one in the history of the world has ever been so inconvenienced, I’m forever changed, why doesn’t anyone appreciate my pain, I’ve lost everything I’ve ever loved, to live is to suffer, #spooniestruggles4evr

remem-brandt:

the main thing about living with a chronic illness is that you just kinda get used to it. you’re USED to being in pain. you’re USED to being tired. it isn’t until you talk to non chronically ill people that you remember that this isn’t normal.

iamindyamarie:

Indyamarie Jean

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noturfknbaby:

Dream on

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befit-behealthy-beme:

“Psychology says, always go with the choice that scares you the most, because that’s the one that is going to help you grow”

— Anonymous (via organlessimaginations)

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antigone-ks:

Well I did not expect to be told to smile when I had 2 boxes of tampons, a large box of Midol, and a bag of chocolate in my basket, but I guess some dudes have a death wish.

… holy SHIT. That is peak contender-for-darwin-awards RIGHT THERE.

I was walking home from the hospital after having miscarried my first pregnancy and some dude told me to smile. I swear to god I have never been closer to homicide, and I think it would have been ruled justifiable.

I was weeping quietly on a train, having returned home from a funeral, and the guy sitting opposite me leaned over and told me I shouldn’t be sad and needed to smile more.

I had just learned my grandfather had died, and was heading down in the elevator to call my mom to find out about the arrangements, when an older man told me to smile and then called me a bitch for not responding.

Had to go to the bank after euthanizing our 18 year old cat. Could barely remember my routing number while filling out the deposit form, and an older man told me to smile.

I was walking home from a test I knew I had aced and I was grinning ear to ear, and some guy in the street yelled at me, “What you smiling at, bitch?”

Wow men really be like that

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