my tummy loves it when i smoke weedd
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When you realize how to get past the ‘chronic’ in ‘chronic illness’
If you willingly don’t eat carbs, I don’t trust you and you need to leave.
someone help me i’m beginning to drink chocolate almondmilk by the carton
chronic illnesses are like being stuck playing hard mode but you don’t actually know what any of the buttons do and there is a reasonable possibility you are holding the wrong controller altogether
Dr. Cox: Relationships don’t work the way they do on television and in the movies: Will they, won’t they, and then they finally do and they’re happy forever - gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren’t right for each other to begin with, and half the ones that get married get divorced anyway. And I’m telling you right now, through all this stuff, I have not become a cynic, I haven’t. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies and, you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don’t care, ‘cause I do…believe in it. Bottom line…is the couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is, they don’t let it take ‘em down.
(via fuckyeahscrubs)
JD: Things rarely go exactly the way you want them to, so sometimes you make due with whatever you can get. Endings are never easy; I always build them up so much in my head they can’t possibly live up to my expectations, and I just end up disappointed. I’m not even sure why it matters to me so much how things end here. I guess it’s because we all want to believe that what we do is very important, that people hang onto our every word, that they care what we think. The truth is: you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone, anyone, feel a little better. After that its all about the people that you let into your life.. And as my mind drifted to faces I’ve seen here before, I was taken to memories of family, of coworkers, of lost loves, even of those who’ve left us. And as I rounded that corner, they all came at me in a wave of shared experience. And even though it felt warm and safe, I knew it had to end. It’s never good to live in the past too long. As for the future, thanks to Dan, it didn’t seem so scary anymore. It could be whatever I wanted it to be.
mostly I just feel like sentience is a sick joke. I’m something of a societal invalid due to my disease… I don’t think i’ll ever be financially independent or self-sufficient. my introvertedness has made it such that I don’t have a social circle, just a very few people I’ve known for years and who have become distanced from me, aka, I bug them and request company otherwise they’d probably not have me in their life. The only use my phone has is to communicate with my parents and housemates.
I haven’t been invited to hang out or to do anything in i can’t remember how long, which sounds like I want attention but it’s more a telling symptom of how abysmal my social life is. I mean I want attention, but not superficially. I want connection
I’m not sure if this is even communicating what i want to try and say but I don’t know how to express it.
I sorta feel like my life has reached a dead end and i’m to endure a state of lonely isolation for the rest of it.
All time favorite quote about love. Always reblog.
I use more dvd-r’s as coasters than as data media