it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.
having so many people reblog shit about venezuela seems weird cause generally when I speak out about what goes on in there peoples reaction here is ‘youre clearly making this shit up wow’
im glad theres somewhere in the world where people believe this shit just can’t exist
I’m going to sleep
One last time, please, I place my trust in you one more time:
Venezuela is sinking. Tomorrow, cities will wake up fully militarized, and goodness only knows what will happen to anyone who dares to go out. Please, go through all the material in the #Venezuela…
I just moved out of this shithole two months ago, things are pretty bad. The whole country is (again) paralyzed.
You think this would never happen but the government is pretty good at censoring everything that is going on. You won’t see this at a news report.
I could write a texbook on crazy shit that only happens in Venezuela but yeah, this is part of it.
Sharon Olds, Satan Says (via socially-alone)
I check my email a lot just to see if someday shell write back
Heart strings (tendons) inside the human heart.
In biology we dissected a heart and our teacher told us that the heart strings can sometimes break after a deep emotional trauma causing the heart to lose form an as a result be unable to pump blood effectively, you can literally die from a broken heart
This is true!! It’s called takotsubo cardiomyopathy, the takotsubo part literally meaning ‘octopus trap’ due its appearance, and is also known as stress-induced cardiomyopathy or “broken-heart syndrome”. The “broken-heart syndrome” comes from the fact that it is usually triggered by great emotional distress, although it can be caused by other physical factors as well.
They feel exactly like a heart attack and the after-effects in cardiograms look similar but there are a few main differences that can help physicians/clinicians determine whether or not it was a heart attack. One key feature is that they have abnormalities in the left ventricle (the most common abnormality called ballooning is what makes it look like the ‘octopus trap’). Because of the non-severity of the damage, almost all patients can recover with no long-term heart problems.
If you want to read about it more extensively, the Harvard link, that I got pretty much all this information from, goes into much more detail about the condition, how it’s treated, symptoms, susceptibility, etc. and of course, there’s always your good friend, Google.
i promised myself id kill myself if she didnt pick up
this is the end