Tommy Maverick
San Diego, CA
Feb 11, 1991
“Society is a playwright so proud of his work that even the slightest deviation from the script drives him to retaliate with the force of a natural disaster, judging blindly and killing all in his path.” — Tommy Maverick
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Ideas
I don’t know if this is an accurate description for everyone, but sometimes when ideas come to mind, the kind of ideas that are unlike anything I’ve ever heard of before, it feels as if they are whispered to me from some kind of voice. As if the idea itself is a gift… Something that has always existed, maybe represented symbolically in the world around me, but never in it’s final form… Never in English, never in a waveform… It’s always been there, but suddenly, I see it so clearly and vividly. As if the idea is spoken directly to me… Freely… “Do with it what you will.” My ideas feel as if they come to me in a language that I could never learn, but have always understood. I have to translate them to bring them into this world… If I don’t, they’ll fade. If I don’t, I’ll lose them, and so will the world. Maybe our ideas are just interpretations of the Universe’s language, the Language of Creation?
My name is Kelsey, and I run fuckyeahhope, or at least I used to before I stopped posting here. My personal blog is the-vashtanerada; some of you follow me on there.
If you could do me a favor, I would appreciate it. I was born with a heart condition called Tetralogy of Fallot, and I had open heart surgery when I was fifteen months old. I had a valve missing, and they reconstructed one for me. Now, I’m an adult, and my heart has grown, but the valve has not. I am basically going into congestive heart failure. I have no money because I cannot work, I’ve had to quit college because of this, and every insurance company I’ve applied to has turned me down because of my pre-existing conditions.
If you could read my story and pass it on, I would be incredibly grateful. The link is below. If you have questions, contact me on my personal blog (I also have an in-depth blog posted there, accessible on the sidebar of my Tumblr).
Thank you.
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goddamn i have the same condition and i’m super lucky my insurance even covers it this shit is really fucking expensive
I have a valve problem too and I’m lucky to have insurance for now but I know eventually when I will need heart surgery I probably wont be able to have it because I get off my insurance at age 25.
Her story should be shared because it’s horrid that this is what happens to underprivileged wonderful people in this world.
Every day I live, I start to realize more and more that the things I want from life don’t exist here.
They’re all fictional.
(Source: kingofmaverick)
I just don’t know what to do anymore.
I feel like I have nothing left inside of me… I can’t really put it into words how empty I feel every day. I feel stagnant and lost and maybe a little bit broken. Maybe I’ve done this to myself, putting value in things that I cannot control, but I guess I’ll just keep on living.
The show must go on.
