social media has fucked everyone up, it’s done more evil than good, it’s made people unbearable and unable to have any sort of human interaction in the actual world. it’s made people think they have to be included in absolutely everything, and if something doesn’t cater to them than it’s “problematic” omfgggggggg put the phone down, the psych wards should be flooding during this time and it’s alarming that it’s not. and don’t even get me started on tiktok
❗️❗️EMERGENCY FUNDS: I need help with Medical Bills And Equipment ❗️❗️
Howdy Y'all, please share my story with me at least a little, I am a Type 1 Diabetic. I was diagnosed in February 2019 after being very sick and I weighed 88 lbs. For the last two and a half years I have had to inject insulin 4+ times for day every day, to stay within my blood glucose level.
In December 2020 I was hospitalized and had to have emergency surgery where I had to stay at home for the entire period of my illness without working, and I also had DKA aka Diabetic ketoacidosis is a serious complication of diabetes that occurs when your body produces high levels of blood acids called ketones.
In the picture, the devices you see are the ones that are needed to control my diabetes.
Diabetic ketoacidosis develops when your body cannot produce enough insulin. Insulin normally plays an important role in helping sugar (glucose), the main source of energy for your muscles and other tissues, enter your cells. Without enough insulin, your body begins to break down fat as an alternative fuel. This process produces a buildup of toxic acids in the bloodstream called ketones, eventually leading to diabetic ketoacidosis if left untreated.
Three months later in March 2021 I finally got to see an endocrinologist, who specializes in Type 1 Diabetes. Who told me that an insulin pump would be a good device for me?
I was recently approved for an insulin pump that will help me better control my diabetes. Although I am happy that I am approved the hardest part is coming up with the funds to pay for the pump and equipment.
A donation of any amount will be greatly appreciated even if you can't donate but if you share the story against friends It will help. Thanks to anyone and everyone who is willing to help❤️
Woman in drapery with halo by staircase, seated.
Public domain scan of 19th-century artistic photograph, platinum print. Day, F. Holland (Fred Holland), 1864-1933, photographer. Edited by me.
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Here. Here in this relentless augur of cyclical violence, the child— forever the brother, stands blistered in the snow as the sun is found in the blood and venom of the American dream. You were allowed to love him. But you weren't allowed to save him. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. Blessed are the peacemakers. The Good Death of Heather Marston, 2024.
Here. Here in this relentless augur of cyclical violence, the child— forever the brother, stands blistered in the snow as the sun is found in the blood and venom of the American dream. You were allowed to love him. But you weren't allowed to save him. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. Blessed are the peacemakers. The Good Death of Heather Marston, 2024.
"no spam liking" stfu that's how i know my mutuals are alive smh
#PLEASE DO embark upon a frenzied liking-spree be you friend or extraordinarily lost traveler of the web#i like using deductive reasoning to backwards engineer the convoluted chain of tags you're following through the annals of my blog#or watch you systematically like every single photo i've ever posted of wwi soldiers posing with animal companions
did you know that you can just go online and be nice to people? you can give people compliments and helpful advice when they ask? you can encourage people when they need a little cheering up? you can even share cute pictures! more people should use the internet like that.
To nurture a night like this, torn up like gunfire, took to John an epiphany. Gored and clotted, trembling in half-death as the pain was not found in the passing— but how the child knew to curl over his father's heart, tendered love before breath. "Oh," is the only word this hour had warranted John, cheeks red and wet as that bile burnt him again. Sickness like hot blood, his body lame against the cabin floor. Years hid between the minutes he took to remove his jeans, swaddling the baby in the only warmth he could cure. Hidden under the bed, John splayed a reddened hand over his son. His son. Soft and mild, the true word of God. Rattled in hope that maybe he'd make it. One more night. Then he'd ride out. He'd ride out. The Good Death of Heather Marston, 2024.
my slinky malinky ☻
A hen braces the shorelines with her ducklings behind; doe guide their fawn, unable to stand themselves. The drooling dark of ursine can tender gentle to her cub. Even mice hold their kittens with enough love to fight God. He chewed. He chewed and spat and unminded the alien heartbeat that pulsed in hot blood beneath his rags. He chewed and felt the bile scathe the walls of his precious belly, chewed the sob in his throat should it ask once more for him. For the love to fight God.The Good Death of Heather Marston, 2024.
why do you think so many people online think of PD as a story about cannibalism ? i feel like you’ve been pretty clear about strangers being somewhat of an epilogue to the story, but people still fixate on the cannibalism element. strangers is no doubt one of my favourite songs on the album but idk people seem to be missing out on so much by focussing on just one part of a really complex and intricate work.
i think we live in an age of overconsumption where there is so much new media to consume at all time, the idea of sitting with one thing and digesting all parts of it is now discarded in favor of just latching on to the most garish or stand-out aspects of said thing. cannibalism is obviously much more of a hot button topic than a subdued, nuanced table drama between a bunch of southern women (for the general public) so it makes sense honestly. although it does make me weirdly sad seeing so many “isaiah ate ethel” jokes lol.
I personally hate the cannibal jokes in the fandom because you take something so saturated with intricate and stunning lore and exploration of the underbelly of modern Americana and water it down into a twitter white gay joke..
you all do this every single time. Bland, chewed out, and boring.
my slinky malinky ☻
A hen braces the shorelines with her ducklings behind; doe guide their fawn, unable to stand themselves. The drooling dark of ursine can tender gentle to her cub. Even mice hold their kittens with enough love to fight God. He chewed. He chewed and spat and unminded the alien heartbeat that pulsed in hot blood beneath his rags. He chewed and felt the bile scathe the walls of his precious belly, chewed the sob in his throat should it ask once more for him. For the love to fight God.The Good Death of Heather Marston, 2024.
If you don’t smack John into the road sign during the train robbery mission in chapter 2. Then I have to tell you you’re playing the game wrong
Must a savior die?
Luisa would’ve been her age, John knew, would’ve looked a bit like her too. She would’ve been meaner though — sardonic where the peasant girl held hope, like water in her hands.
It may have been tricks of the night, but when John held the girl, letting her gentle her sorrows into the cloth of his coat— he heard the cicadas again, crooning for the stars when he held his baby in his lap.
“I’ll help you,” John wished, “I owed you that much.”The Good Death of Heather Marston, 2024.
