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I really hate my body sometimes. How many symptoms can it throw at me? At itself, really. How can I help myself heal? It's like trying to solve a puzzle in complete darkness and doctors help just a little. Sometimes they don't help at all.
But what I hate the most is that I get used to everything soon enough. Yeah, I complain a lot, but at the end of the day I feel like it's my destiny, I suppose. Oh look, another thing has gone wrong inside me, but who cares, I can still do this and that, there are people who have it way worse than me...
I really do wonder how it feels to live in a body that just... works.
pawns
1000 ghostly figures march the streets of hamburg in protest for the G20 summit
bring back the habits that made you happy as a child. there’s no reason you should ever have to give up harmless things that bring you joy. you don’t have to age out of having fun. finger paint. write mediocre fanfiction and questionable poetry. put chocolate chips in your waffles. sing in the bath, and while working in the yard, and while washing your hands. hammer tunelessly on a piano. spin in circles until you fall down. climb a tree. just because you’re now in charge of your life doesn’t mean you’re expected to give up on the things that make life feel worth living
has this been done yet
Not mine but this speaks to me but I’d continue it by saying something like ‘and now I’m tired of being alone’.
I would never innovate. Reinventing the wheel gets a bad rap but it's actually a great way to spend a quiet Saturday night. i love to invent wheel. It's a fun, creatively stimulating activity, and what's more is at the end of it, you get a free a wheel. What I hate to do is invent the supercausal warp drive – too stressful! I do not wish to consider the moral and economic implications of bleeding edge technologies which could one day pave the road to mankind's destiny in the stars. Not my cup of tea. I would much rather spend a nice relaxing Saturday evening at home with a couple of close friends, just stay in and sit back on the couch and in between sips of arnold palmer someone muses "Say, what if there were to be a wheel?". And we nod and laugh and let loose a dispassionate "eureka" or two, no exclamation points necessary. And nobody's heart rate deviates from 60 beats per minute for the entire duration of the function. And when we say our goodbyes and head to bed at 7 PM sharp we can rest easy knowing that the future of extrasolar manned missions to distant worlds rests firmly off our shoulders. And as we drift off after a glass of warm milk, we look forward to our next little get together and dream up new ideas for Wheel.