I thought my sore throat was healed but lo and behold it transformed into a full-blown sickness. Now it also hurts when I swallow anything, I feel cold, and I'm tired as hell without doing anything.
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My parents are both sick too. We're a sick family celebrating the new year shaky and sniffly.
بعد از ۲۰ سال رفتم بیمارستان سرم زدم. همیشه برام سوال بود چه حسی داره :))
حس خاصی نداشت :|
حس خاصی نداشت :|
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Subcurrent
بعد از ۲۰ سال رفتم بیمارستان سرم زدم. همیشه برام سوال بود چه حسی داره :)) حس خاصی نداشت :|
Telegram translate is a bit weird on this one, so just to let you know, I'm talking about getting drips, not hitting my head.
نوروز همگی پیروز. 🪴🪻
اغلب اهمیت نمیدم من به جشن و اینا ولی اگه قراره یه بهونه واسه خوشی داشته باشم، چرا باید بزنم زیرش؟ واقعاً به این بهونهها نیاز داریم این اواخر.
خوش بگذرونین، دنیا دو روزه.
اغلب اهمیت نمیدم من به جشن و اینا ولی اگه قراره یه بهونه واسه خوشی داشته باشم، چرا باید بزنم زیرش؟ واقعاً به این بهونهها نیاز داریم این اواخر.
خوش بگذرونین، دنیا دو روزه.
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Forgiveness can be healing. Guess what? Forgiveness can take the form of “I wish you well and release you from any obligations to me and vice versa. I hereby declare ‘bygones’ between us… from a safe distance that does not mean inviting you back into my life.”
via Captain Awkward
via Captain Awkward
Italian chronicler Agnolo di Tura recorded his experience from Siena, where plague arrived in May 1348:
Father abandoned child, wife husband, one brother another; for this illness seemed to strike through the breath and sight. And so they died. And none could be found to bury the dead for money or friendship. Members of a household brought their dead to a ditch as best they could, without priest, without divine offices ... great pits were dug and piled deep with the multitude of dead. And they died by the hundreds both day and night ... And as soon as those ditches were filled more were dug ... And I, Agnolo di Tura ... buried my five children with my own hands. And there were also those who were so sparsely covered with earth that the dogs dragged them forth and devoured many bodies throughout the city. There was no one who wept for any death, for all awaited death. And so many died that all believed it was the end of the world.
Father abandoned child, wife husband, one brother another; for this illness seemed to strike through the breath and sight. And so they died. And none could be found to bury the dead for money or friendship. Members of a household brought their dead to a ditch as best they could, without priest, without divine offices ... great pits were dug and piled deep with the multitude of dead. And they died by the hundreds both day and night ... And as soon as those ditches were filled more were dug ... And I, Agnolo di Tura ... buried my five children with my own hands. And there were also those who were so sparsely covered with earth that the dogs dragged them forth and devoured many bodies throughout the city. There was no one who wept for any death, for all awaited death. And so many died that all believed it was the end of the world.
White Rabbit
Jefferson Airplane
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the door mouse said
"Feed your head,
Feed your head"
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the door mouse said
"Feed your head,
Feed your head"