Seventeen-year-old Bianca Passarge of Hamburg dresses up as a cat and dances on wine bottles in June 1958. Her performance was based on a dream. She practiced for eight hours a day to do this.
Photo by Carlo Polito
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Seventeen-year-old Bianca Passarge of Hamburg dresses up as a cat and dances on wine bottles in June 1958. Her performance was based on a dream. She practiced for eight hours a day to do this.
Photo by Carlo Polito
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They get angry and distant because they don’t understand that I am suffering and can’t do everything I used to. Some think that I fake it to get people not to smoke around me, that I’m a picky eater, to get out of doing things for others. I believe that some people think I fake it for meds. That only makes it worse because then I’ll get stubborn and refuse to take meds and suffer more later. I just wish that people like that would get one migraine, the one that puts them down for the count, and see how they feel after that.
— Kristine Hatak, “A Guided Tour of Hell: Migraine, In The Words Of Its Sufferers” (via thatmword)
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This is me. This is not me.
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I’m so lost; this is a fucking disaster.
Noé Sendas, Desconocidas Nº2, 2012 [1940], Archival inkjet printing
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You see, I get such fun out of thinking that I don’t want to destroy this most pleasant machine that makes life such a big kick.
— Richard P. Feynman