Hey You, Friendly Reminder That Using Spoons On A Hobby Or Something That Brings You Joy Is Just As Important

Being chronically ill is like having a curse where every 4 hours you get a random status effect, and most of which are debuffs.

Also you only have 1 action per day and long rests heal 2 hp. You're cooked.

“The way people treat you is a statement of who they are as a human being. It’s not a statement about you.”

— Unknown

Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025

in a song i heard the lyrics

“he only loves me when I rot with him”

and those words tested their way through my being until they rested in the wound I cannot touch, cannot heal, and cannot see.

Rotting

love

two words i’ve often always associated with eachother despite a part of me believing in the purity of love.

A purity i reach for but cannot touch, perhaps one i never can.

“he” only loves me when i rot with “him”

when my eyes lose light as the mention of his name and i have to remind myself that i’m no longer rotting.

But it’s hard to believe that when a part of you is still stained in his sheets, when the taste is still in your mouth, when you see him when you close your eyes.

rotting

when my bones pierced my skin, my body rejecting what he gives me, shaking, when he gets near.

He only loves me when I rot when i’m sick

when he can manipulate and lie

with him.

anyone have tips for moving out of state? I might be going out of state for school and I'm scared out of my rocker.

Always help someone. you might be the only one that does.

Unknown

the bones. they ACHE.

I hate when I'm told not to be bitter, not to be angry, like that's not what kept me alive for so long. The bitterness of having to push through to prove people wrong, to use my existence as a giant "fuck you", you want me to be soft? fuck you.

Holly Black- The Stolen Heir

as a christian ^^^^