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benji-screem · 30 days

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why is my body just in love with strep. I get it so much for no mf reason wtf

#robynski random #hurt #why do tonsils have to be #ears hurt #everything hurt #disabled

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nightfallsystem · 7 months

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How am I going to finish this I am half asleep I'm going to DIE

if I don't finish this today I'm going to enter the dark scary forest to never return

#no id sorry. half asleep on the verge of death #everything hurt #i am in so muhc pain #u know how it is....

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releasedfromthedream · 7 months

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it's been half an hour when will these fucking tablets kick in

#EVERYTHING HURT

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madameinsomnia · 2 years

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Grave of the Fireflies is a fantastic movie that I never want to watch again.

#everything hurt #grave of the fireflies #studio ghibli #isao takahata #hotaru no haka

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pia-writes-things · 2 years

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I don't know what I did today but I have the biggest migraine I think I ever had...

#everything hurt #i kinda have nausea #it's hell #and i know by this point it's too late to take any drugs that will have any effect #i guess i'll just go to bed at like 9pm and hope for the best #pia's oversharing

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maruposting · 1 year

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I'm on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, but the move is finally done.

#everything hurt #i so tire

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laundrette · 1 year

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how can i lose if im already chose Like

#I’m doing horrendously #🥛#everything hurt #irl cats

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gaybichon · 4 months

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this is cute but also i like to think the pope has to preface every single statement with "this isn't dogma but" like he has to break character for a sec and clarify that he's not speaking ex cathedra

#hell is empty everything is beautiful and nothing hurt ♥️

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usodeshou · 3 days

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Guess who's sick! 😬

#it is I 🤒#came out of nowhere yesterday #was a bit tired throughout the day but not more than normal #and then in the evening I could suddenly feel myself getting worse by the minute #throat hurts which makes swallowing and yawning super fun 😣#skin randomly gets super sensitive bordering on painful #thought I might get a good amount of sleep last night but instead lay away until somewhere past 7 am #had four blankets but was still cold af #body temperature rose to a light fever of over 38°C somewhere in the middle of the night #everything hurt #the neck was the worst but also had an awful headache (might be at least partially connected to the neck pain though)#had to pee what felt like every 30 minutes but was probably 'only' every hour or so #which did not help with the not being able to fall asleep situation #felt like I'd been hit by a bus #finally fell asleep somewhere between 7 and 7:30 am and slept for 4 hours #felt a little bit better but still exhausted and my throat still hurt like a bitch #it's evening again and I'm tired but head's also a mess and I'm scared of having another night like the last one...#finished loading my dishwasher about half an hour ago so I could run it because I'd run out of clean pretty much everything #0/10 do not recommend #feel like I ran a marathon with zero preparation #almost toppled over from the exertion #glad the thing's running now so I won't have to do that again for a bit #just wanna sleep #neck's starting to hurt again #might have to take another ibuprofen #helped a little this morning #hungry but feeling a little sick at the thought of eating #tea's getting cold again #gotta refill my hot water bottle cause it's effing freezing in here; maybe get another blanket too #nothing's comfortable my pillow feels like concrete to my head and I'm annoyingly restless while exhausted to my core

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ruporas · 14 days

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your love returns in tragedy (ID in alt)

#farcille #falin touden #marcille donato #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #coming face to face with the consequences of acting out of love - marcille u will always be famous #dunmeshi is really a series that keeps on moving bc it's about so many different characters and centered on the journey #rather than like... introspectively on one singular individual so i dont think we see marcille dwell on it but we can see her fatigue #her shock and surprise in the recent ep “don't hurt her she's just confused” Gah. desperately trying to grasp everything thats going on and #not to lose hope. bc undoubtedly the remains she put together was falin's - that short moment of reprieve the party had was with falin #she was able to bring her back her magic did it!! but the violence the fatal swings was not falin at all.#just pondering about holding that guilt... it's such a huge responsibility to be in charge of life in the first place and yet it is #a burden she'll keep trudging with. defying the natural orders to keep the people she love alive... i Lauv her...#also shared sentiment with the rest of the fandom but God. Chimera Falin... she is Everything....#ruporas art

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nightfallsystem · 7 months

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Is walking supposed to hurt this much 💀💀💀💀

#i can barely stand #my legs ache #my feet hurt like hell #i might puke #i feel tired #everything hurt

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mistbix · 28 days

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kataang hurt/comfort fluff head pats running hand over buzzcut cafuné naps tired fic ao3 search

#avatar the last airbender #atla #kataang #katara #aang #everything is great with hurt/comfort #mi arte

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inkskinned · 7 months

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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.