Bed Bound
something I made about chronic pain, chronic fatigue and anything that could render you unable to leave bed
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I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It's meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can't handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don't have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.
If you receive this, you make somebody happy! send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! <333 (No pressure, tho!) (hope youâre doing okay!<3)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Thank you so much squigglewormmmm <3 (please tell me if you want me to refer to you by something else ajsksksk). Right back at you and I hope you're doing ok too đ©”
What a dysfunctional squad.
Tuira KayapĂł brandished her machete in the face of a government official who was trying to convince indigenous leaders to accept a mega-dam project in the Amazon, 1989
happy mothers day to the mothers of palestine who have lost their children and to the mothers who were forced to give birth and be separated from their children in congo.
Remember when someone was like âhaha the funniest thing tumblr could do right now is make it so you get a badge for looking at 600 posts instead of what twitters doing lolâ and then they did it. That was pretty awesome. I think the funniest thing tumblr could do right now is stop flagging trans womenâs post as sexual right fucking now lol and fix prev tags and get rid of the fucking bigots and racists and nazis for once haha and also apologize for this shit. Wouldnât that be pretty funny lol haha it would be so funny if they did this
Dead Boy Detectives but if they were actually 16yo boysâŠ
My son my boy I birthed him from my body
im like if there was someone who never knew what was happening or going on