It happened and it hurts so bad. Somehow I keep thinking about Twilight right now. That part where she wakes up from months of depression and talks about time passing?
“Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.”
As much as I’m not a fan of Twilight, it’s striking with me right now. I feel so lost and empty and depressed and all I want is for time to pass (preferably in strange lurches). I know, and somehow always knew, that I wouldn’t ACTUALLY be with him forever. And I am able to see some of the fatal flaws our relationship had very clearly. So why does it still ache? If I’m able to accept that this has happened, why do I still feel like throwing up from crying so hard? I never thought that this day would come. The day where I can say, yes Martin and I broke up, our relationship was gunpowder. Who am I? I can accept this Great Thing I Cannot Change but my heart still aches. My body can’t stop crying. I want to just sleep for a year so that maybe I can wake up and it won’t hurt so bad. Because this may actually be the saddest and lowest place I’ve ever been. I guess learning how to be okay again is a process, but damn it I just need to be there now
(via gabbydowns)
itmightpossiblybetimeformiracles:
I need a moment to process this
I just dropped my spoon
my mom found me
on the floor
in a fetal position
due to this post
*HYPERVENTILATING*
SCREAMING
ITS HERE
After our long hiatus, we finally have a date. We actually have an honest-to-god showing date.
EVERYONE CALM DOWN
/WILHELM SCREAM/
THIS IS THE DAY BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FUCKING ME.
woah woah woah is this real? SCREAMS
(via hopekw)
This man, James Verone, robbed a bank for one dollar. Why only one dollar? Because he knew that in prison he could get the medical care he could not afford with his part time salary as a convenience store clerk. He was approved for food stamps, but they did little to help his finances. Between his back problems, carpel tunnel, and arthritis, he simply couldn’t handle the pain any longer.
On June 9th, he sent a letter to his local paper, the Gaston Gazette, that stated: “When you receive this a bank robbery will have been committed by me. this robbery is being committed by me for one dollar. I am of sound mind but not so much sound body.”
He then took a cab to the RBC Bank, and handed the teller a note asking for one dollar and medical attention. He quietly took a seat in the lobby and waited for police to arrive.
Since Verone only stole one dollar, he was only charged with larceny. His bail, which he doesn’t plan to pay is set at $2,000, reduced from the normal $100,000. He’s scheduled to see a doctor this Friday, and hopes to get foot surgery, back surgery and to have a protrusion on his check treated.
To me, this is the perfect example of how disturbingly corrupt and unjust our health care system has become under HMO’s. For this man, or any person for that matter, feels that he needs to be imprisoned just to see a doctor, is ridiculous.
This is exactly what I hate about America. Why is it that you can buy an entire house with money you don’t have, but still can’t apply for health care if you don’t meet the requirements? That’s messed up.
Healthcare is ridiculously expensive. I sit around all day and bill people for it. It’s such a business it’s unbelievable.
(via starkid-kid)
do you ever cry because you’ve somehow managed to gain a truly fucking amazing person as your friend? and just think about how fucking blessed you are for their existence and how in some previous life you must have done something fucking amazing to deserve them in this life? DO YOU?
(via trusthim)
