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hey i don’t know who needs to hear this but your pain is bad enough. when you are used to pain, it’s easy to think that only a 7/10 or higher is reason to rest or be kind to yourself or even just to count as bad. your pain does not need to be the worst you’ve had to deserve treatment. your pain does not have to be as bad as someone else’s to deserve treatment and compassion. if you are in pain enough to be thinking about it, you are in pain, and that pain deserves compassion.

I don’t know if it’s my autism, but I struggle to understand what they mean because they aren’t actively saying what the word is. Most of the time there are a lot of words that could fit there so how do I actively know which one they mean? I rather people just say what it is so I’m not left guessing.

hot take but censoring words with asterisks and slashes and other non-letter characters is not only useless but in fact actively counterproductive to its goal of preventing ppl from being triggered (also ableist)

— May 24, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

me: i need that copic 72 set

me: i want those winsor and newton watercolours omg

me: holy shit if i don't get those brushes i will-

mind: bitch you draw like shit who are you kidding

oh emily wilson translation of the iliad we’re really in it now

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

I don’t mean to be promoting this but I want this...

“i just had a realization. the first time i had anorexia– the worst time– i lost 15 pounds monthly, just by eating 800 calories and doing weight lifting daily. 15 pounds a month. i went from 143lbs to 93lbs in just a week over 3 months. i didnt even do all the crazy things i do now, and the weight still melted off. and thinking back, i realized, starvation is not the answer.

it’s consistency.”

—my late night thoughts🌿

Things I have learned by joining the local Methodist Church’s coffee & knitting circle (where I am the only person under 60 years old):

How to double knit very, very quickly

Mrs. Jonson on the third pew won’t mind her own business, bless her heart. And she buys her pies pre-made for all the church functions.

Ways that women cheated the system in 1950s Texas to get into college and start careers. Including a memorable “He told me I wouldn’t last a week, but then 6 years later, I had to let him go because his production was way down.” *drinks sip of coffee*

We Might Be Conservative But Gosh Darn That Trump Bless His Heart He Doesn’t Know Anything About God Or Texas

And On That Note, God And Texas Are The Only Good Things Left In The World. Erin Write That Down.

How to rescue a dropped stitch and make it look like it never happened

Public schools and inclusive, desegregated education will single-handedly save the world

Sharing recipes is a sacred bonding and community-building tradition that rivals the greatest political negotiations and land deals in history

“It’s better that you prefer girls honey, the Boyfriend Curse doesn’t apply to your girlfriend and a lovin’ god’ll keep on a-lovin. You better make that girl a sweater.’” 

(Boyfriend Curse = knit a sweater for a boy and he’ll leave you when you finish it)

Mrs. Barbara’s husband cheated in ‘76, resulting in a divorce. She thought it was the end of the world because her youth had already passed, but now she’s an engineer and married to a kind, good man who she met when she went back to college in ‘79.

“The only things you can trust in are God, your good sense, and the wisdom of those older women you grew up admiring. The rest is crap.”

My headaches have lasted since November 29th and it’s currently January 26th😞. It feels as if it has never stopped once and I honestly don’t remember what it’s like to not be in pain because of my head. I’ve had blood work and a ct scan done and everything comes back fine. Sometimes I feel like the doctors might think I’m faking my pain, but honestly why would someone do that for so long. I feel like my life is crumbling apart around me and no one in my family or friend group understands the pain I’m going through. Everyone tells me to get better soon but it hasn’t ever felt better and I’m getting annoyed at that sometimes. I know people just care and want to put in some motivation or what not but it just reminds me that I feel like I’ll never be the same again. I’m just praying for a diagnosis and to finally understand how to live my life again... but if anyone ever needs anyone to talk to about chronic pain or anything I’m always here for everyone. It’s hard and sometimes you just want a shoulder to cry on and I’ll be that shoulder if you ever need anyone 🥰💕

I like how the diagnosis thing for chronic migraines is like “15 headache days a month, each lasting more than 4 hours” like.

I don’t even have separate headaches it just. Doesn’t stop. It’s unending. Constant headache.

I’m up and active today? Doesn’t matter I’ve still got a headache. I’m talking and laughing and participating in my life? Still got a headache. It doesn’t stop. Sometimes it’s not as bad but it’s always there.

Lots of people (my mom included) don’t seem to understand that it literally never ends.

I don’t remember the last time I wasn’t in pain.

Genuinely.

I can’t remember.

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