Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there’s really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.
I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.
me everytime one of my seemingly non-specific homoerotic text posts breaks containment
never forget the universal rule of the order of things: People Will Not Read It
signs at stores? émail? menu ?? instruction ? post online ? caption with andswer to question ? group hand outs ??? street sign ??? no. The Written Word Is The Enemy
The ability to occasionally Read A Thing will make you a hero in your workplace, especially if it is for example an error message that tells you what you need to do differently, or instructions on unjamming a printer.
these experiences with chronic illness and trying to get diagnosed and treated feel so miserable and isolating and like you have been through a unique hell built only for you and then you find out that this is all extremely common and countless other people have gone through the exact same thing
✅ debilitating mystery illness
✅ tests come back ‘healthy’
✅ life completely derailed with no answers
✅ doctors or people in your life say it is “all in your head”
✅ by the time there is a diagnosis and treatment the years lost can never be regained
