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working on a new quiz. btw :)

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the problem with "tumblr is dying add me on discord" is that posting on tumblr is like jovially walking down the street chatting to no one in particular and dming on discord is like having a sleepover conversation with one specific person both are good but theyre not substitutes

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Everyone on tumblr has Conditions. maladies. I log onto tumblr and my mutuals are unwellposting. Conditions I didn't even know existed and sound like dark curses but I will see a post from friend like "died about 60% today, fine now. Made egg on toast #yummytoast". There are so many people in this world with life experiences

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THIS!!

THIS IS AN AMAZING WAY TO THINK OF CHRONIC PAIN

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she's a hero. she should dump her west brit "friends" and become friends with me instead

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I meant to make this meme ages ago when pride month was still on but yeah gé (pronounced gay) is the Irish for a goose.

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Field Work Fails

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:3 <- smile for cats, dogs :) <- smile for humans :] <- smile for reptiles, amphibians :> <- smile for birds := <- smile for insects (: <- smile for sinister humans

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Hecuba Euripides — translated by Kardan and Street

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post apocalyptic chronic illness:

assigning night watches according to which hour someone's pain wakes them up at

wandering sages who consult with weather predictions that they can feel in their bones

scattered handwritten tomes with illness wisdom of the survivors and the long dead

hidden caches of pills and medicine bottles buried under moss covered houses

the local alchemist who tinkers with salvaged alembics to recreate aspirin and other common pain medications

degraded forms for the names of chronic illnesses from being passed down by word of mouth

dystopic settlements which separate the ill based on their conditions, compared to nomadic tribes which intermingle regardless of health conditions

each skeleton and rotting corpse accompanied by an equally rotten mobility aid

wheelchairs fashioned from gnarled oak trees and willow

masks worn to ward off plagues and as camouflage in the forests

the rare healthy survivor that wanders lost throughout the world and occasionally helps out struggling groups of the ill

community organised around energy levels and pain

untranslatable medical textbooks from the old language and hand-tattooed symbols of chemicals that once meant something

cults of healthy people who use pain- and exhaustion-addled chronically ill people as slaves

subsequent freedom fighters who work in shifts of seasons lasting years to recover from the incredible damage their work has done

stories and myths of cures that were once known and now lost passed by whispers from town to town by traders and wanderers

mystic areas like hinkley and taishan which misguided cunning folk promote as cures

languages evolving around pain and fatigue

coming of age rites which involve acquiring an adult mobility aid fashioned and blessed by elders

sigils worn by immune carriers of pestilence to warn off vulnerable folk

funerals mostly involve cremation or rotting as no one has the strength to dig graves

first-generation adults who are mostly silent from the shock of sudden and inescapable pain

later-generation children who start to fill the world with laughter because pain is all they have known and they will live regardless

water is collected in pails, because the word for pots has become associated with something else

migration patterns to avoid intense heat and cold which worsen illness

annual periods of loneliness and isolation to avoid infection

the few who grow out of their illness and give hope to the majority living in pain

still observed rituals like fasting the feet and calves with tight wrappings which once had a purpose but have now been forgotten

whole generations of humanity learning to create art and stories around their newfound shared suffering

family remedies specific to the few illnesses that are predominant in that line

gardens grown with herbs cultivated for the needs of the community illnesses

passed down recipes for the ones they call seelacks, but no one knows why

family books for recording and tracking generational symptoms

folk charms tailored to each condition, with bones for the theebromyals, and dried skin charms for the lupines

elderly arthritic folk who take years to sew together blackout curtains from old cloth for the myaljiks

hobbled together museums in damp buildings displaying canes from a bygone era, which can be loaned to those in need

stray ankylosing animals who are taken in and cared for by village eccentrics

specially made wooden boxes for heirlooms like stethoscopes, whose purpose is still known and used, but which can no longer be made

rumours of creatures in the darkness driven mad by pain, who prey on the weak and lost

fairy stones - piles of stones which are to be added to when a stranger comes across a corpse draped in white cloth, signifying one who took themselves off to die

feeding tubes made from animal gut and twine

rumours of strange and evil symptoms which pass through communities rarely and are said to be hallmarks of sprites

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I JUST HAD A REALIZATION ARE BABY YMBRYNES CHICKS

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i love you

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are you, are you coming to the tree? where I told you to run. so we’d both be free

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