shivertongue

[shivertongue]

I swear, the most self destructive thing you could ever do is invest your happiness in other people. Too many people only care when it’s convenient for them. Your happiness is too important and valuable to waste it on people that don’t have your best interest in mind.

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there’s a place we can go where the pain will go away

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Interested?

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people who tell me i shouldn’t drink lava: the media

people who lie: the media

conclusion: i am going to drink lava

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whenever any of the sense8 characters get themselves into some shit

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In the Couture Mood, Saskia de Brauw by Paolo Roversi / Vogue Italia March 2014

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via @larrymadill

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im in the “i want a black widow movie not a sixth spiderman film” squad

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These dorks are stupidly in love. It’s disgusting. I love it.

Me about my otp (via wolfsban)

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Do not let Tumblr make you think:

That doing drugs makes you cool.

That being rude to your parents is okay

That being straight means you aren’t a person

That being controversial all the time is cool and will get you friends

That being blatantly rude to people to get your point across is okay

That being white makes you by default evil

That having a mental illness is cool

That cutting yourself is okay

That being a male means you are a rapist

That all men are evil, misogynistic monsters

That misandry is okay

That doxxing people’s personal information is okay if they said something you don’t like

That tumblr should be your vital source for controversial issues

That school doesn’t matter

That being narcissistic is cute

That making a minor mistake on a post will make the world hate you

That the world is a horrible place

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ITS DONE

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I KNOW, RIGHT? THERE WAS THIS CREEPY LONG-HAIRED GUY FOLLOWING US AT ONE POINT...

I AM HERE! shivertongue is here!!!! We look like crap in this photo!!!!

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Update:

My husband flew into Canada on the 1st, I was discharged on the 2nd, and we flew back to Vegas on the same day. Everyone was exceedingly kind to us on the trip, but it was still understandably exhausting. On the same night, we went into the emergency room to have my dressings changed as directed. The following day, the 3rd, we had an appointment with my primary care provider, who referred me to an infectious diseases doctor.

That night, I experienced pretty much all the symptoms of dilaudid withdrawal (the painkiller I was on in Canada). Don’t do drugs. Just don’t. That is in the top 5 of the worst experiences I’ve ever had, and now I understand why junkies get so desperate for a fix to avoid withdrawal. I’m on a reduced dosage and weaning off now, thankfully; taking pain medication when you’re not in pain may sound ridiculous, but the alternative is a week of anxiety, dysphoria, depression, nausea, vomiting, sleep complications… The list goes on, and this is on top of what I was going through thanks to the actual infection and surgery.

The next day, June 4th, during the appointment with the infectious diseases doctor, we got a phone call: it turns out that we live in a far enough area that Home Care only visits there once a week. At this point, my stress, anxiety and exhaustion were incredibly high, and given the lack of other viable options, the doctor sent us to the emergency room again, with instructions to get me admitted to the hospital for continued treatment.

That took several hours of triage, but I finally got admitted that evening. As it turns out, there is not one, but two organisms attacking my stomach, one of which is resistant to the anti-fungal I was taking in Canada.

That knowledge and following change to my medication, as well as receiving round the clock care and steady visits from family and friends, have been doing wonders to my physical, emotional and psychological state. The local infectious diseases doctor is looking into changing my medication from intravenous to oral, and my dressings and other medical hardware are down to the point where they can be handled by myself or my family on a regular basis, so I should be able to go home soon, with the correct prescriptions, medical supplies and follow-up appointments, and no need for the barely-there Home Care team.

While at least here we know that insurance will cover it, this is still going to add to our very, very large expenses. Please, if you have the means, consider sharing and/or donating through the link above.

Thank you for reading. It’s a long road and it will likely never be quite over because of the physical consequences to my body, but the most stressful part of this nightmare should be through.

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Relationships are scary and complicated ONLY when you start thinking of your partner as some kind of adversary. 

You know how to stop being scared of relationships? Remember that it’s got a goddamn buddy system *built in*. That’s all a relationship IS: “Let’s approach life with the buddy system.”

Check on your buddy. Make sure your buddy doesn’t forget their lunch box on the schoolbus. Hold hands with your buddy so you don’t get lost. If your buddy wants to look at the monkey cage, look at the goddamn monkey cage with them. If you are the one looking at the monkey cage, ask your buddy what they want to do next, and when they want to feed the giraffe, help them find a quarter for the little food dispenser. Be a good buddy, and if your buddy isn’t a good one too, tell the teacher and ask for a new one.

This isn’t fucking rocket science, people. 

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All of the orgasms in fic are so violent. His orgasm came like a punch to the gut. It hit him like a mack truck. It knifed him in a fucking alley. What these orgasms need is a good education.

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Raii: huh, that’s a fun sentence in the translation

Arii: which one?

Raii: the one about the canals being Camorr’s bones

Arii: oh

Arii: yes that is interesting

Raii: like, usually a waterway’s depicted as a city’s veins or something, but choosing bones instead implies the city rose up around and is based on the waterways in a more concrete way

Raii: is cool, if that’s what they were angling for

SkyeBarnes_: i like that image

Arii: “Camorr’s bones” is in the original text also

Arii: so that’s a Scott image, not a clever translator image

Arii: *smug*

Raii: oh

SkyeBarnes_: xD

Raii: well then

Raii: Scott’s super clever, news at 11

Shivertongue: After the breaking report of “Water is Wet” and followed with the expose “Kittens Discovered To Be Adorable”

SkyeBarnes_: lol

Shivertongue: “Sources also say that if the pope shits in the woods, then bears are Catholic.”

Arii: Bear isn’t Catholic.

Shivertongue: Plural

Shivertongue: Bears plural

Arii: THERE’S MORE THAN ONE BEAR?!?!??!

Raii: i don’t think Greg Bear is either