Roses are red.
Violets are blue
Fuck you fibro
I hate you.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue
Fuck you fibro
I hate you.
[Image description: A photograph of a manatee in the sea, facing the camera. TEXT: “You can’t change people. Sometimes you will do everything right, and it won’t help. It’s hard to accept, but people have to want to change and you can’t force that. Do what you can, but remember to take care of yourself first.”]
There are going to be people in your life who need help. And while I think you should help them as best you can, that’s the key to it: as best you can. At the end of the day, you’re a person. You can provide support and love, but not change. That’s up to them.
And sometimes it’s going to reach a point where you can’t help anymore without hurting yourself. And when that happens, you have to step back and look after yourself too. You are your own first priority.
I wish it wasn’t so, with all my heart
When someone makes grammar mistakes or has no idea what they’re talking about related to arthritic/rheumatic diseases.
I thought I heard Bill Hader’s voice in Star Trek: Into Darkness and this was my reaction when I realized I was totally right.
Side note: Stefon, I’m gonna miss the poo out of you.
Just a reminder that if you have an illness it is completely okay to take lots of time doing things for the person in the mirror. You are not being selfish. Try and just avoid this stress and only listen to people who make you happy. Don’t go over-exert yourself and try and do things to make other people happy. Your happiness is important too.
You gotta take care of number one if you want to be there for others.
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
I’m pretty sure that also means I can’t be happy since there are happier people in the world too.
So much love
Pretty much what I was thinking when a guest said checking into my hotel said, “I’m not racist but, that Day’s In down the street have Indian owners. Indians, you know, have prostitution rings and I didn’t want to put my family in that kind of danger.”
Yeah buddy that wasn’t fucking racism AT ALL.
Okay, I’m doing this next time this happens.
(Source: tastefullyoffensive)
Please give your thoughts about it. I’m thinking of getting one.
They can help some people, but they’re the most uncomfortable things I’ve ever used. I already have muscle spasm problems and having that hooked up just made it worse… not to mention how sometimes - and it’s rarely I understand when people are able to keep them in good condition or don’t use them often - but they can zap you. My body does enough of that for my taste on its own!
Because telling fat people that they are in fact humans that deserve dignity and respect automatically means you’re ~*GLORIFYING OBESITY*~
By the way, don’t dribble on to me saying you worry about a fat person’s ‘health’. That’s just a bullshit excuse to voice your unwanted opinion on a fat person’s body considering you wouldn’t give a single flying fuckadoodle about someone’s health if they were skinny. Besides another person’s health is none of your damned business anyway. Run along now and preach to a choir that actually cares.
I’m going to be honest, so long as you’re not hurting anyone, you can eat soy sauce and milk duds all day long for all I care.
thank you so much for this comic imp.this is all sorts of amazin
This times a bajillion