One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it.
“i’d die for her. i love her so much. i don’t know what i would do without her. she’s going through a lot right now. i wish i could just kiss away the pain, make it go away, stop it, kill it! if she, you know, (gets teary eyed) i don’t know what i would do. i’d kill myself. i love that girl. i love her. i love her almost more than i love myself” - Johnny Depp on Winona Ryder (1989)
Time to show some love and appreciate these heroes.
Firefighters are some badass mutha fuckas
Notice how with firefighters you never get accusations of them say needlessly beating the crap out of/killing someone or letting houses burn down in a discriminatory fashion in regards to minorities.
I broke up with the love of my life tonight. Because I couldn’t shake this weight in my chest. And I hate myself because it could have been okay. And I ruined the best thing I have ever had.
Watching The Strain like “Daaaammmn!!! This show is too much to handle! #Best TV portrayal of vampires since Buffy!”