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It’s witchcraft????????? Like I would be burned at the stake if I lived in ye olde days knowing that information?????

It’s best to have someone do this for you while you stand up and relax your muscles as best you can, but if you’re alone, a tennis ball and a flat surface will probably work. Alternatively you can lie on the edge of a bed at the pressure point. (But no really do try to find someone to do it for you)

Find the area in your spine between either the first, second, third, or fourth vertebrae. It should be sore and uncomfortable to press down on, so look for the one that’s most painful, and press down with as much pressure as you can on that area for 30 seconds.

Realize that 80% of your pain has magically disappeared and keep the info secret if you live in a small puritan town, lest you be tried for witchcraft.

This is good for tension migranes and normal migraines, but actually pretty useless for sinus migraines. It’ll help for a hot second, but quickly come back. (These are usually the migraines behind your eyes, in your ears, and behind your forehead. Sometimes it can feel like jaw pain or TMJ) for sinus migraines, behind the ear in a divot. Press down firmly and pull towards your collarbone. That’ll drain your sinuses. Also, pressing around the eye socket on the cheekbones help. There is also a little triangle up away from the eye in the eyebrow bone. Press and hold pretty hard and that’ll relieve that behind the forehead pain. Also, ear pulling is great to help move sinuses around.

Don’t forget the temples too! Press firmly and hold. Open and close your jaw while holding your temples. It’ll feel weird, but it’ll help with jaw pain. It’ll work a similar way if you hold the jaw joint under your cheekbone.

another time at camp I woke up to find a raccoon had grabbed the yarn that connected the string telephones my neighbor and I had strung up between our cabin windows and was just yanking on it… I grabbed one end and ended up in a tug-of-war over the string phone while this beefy raccoon pulled and pulled, hand over hand, making direct eye contact with me

and sometimes they’d sneak into cabins and just…. touch people while they slept

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

“Give me blood and rage and / a heart for horror; teach me to be / tough enough to face this world / still standing. Make a Fury of me.”

Elizabeth Hewer, from “Finding Ariadne” in Wishing for Birds

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

Mumford & Sons, “Lover’s Eyes”

“A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse, perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself,”

Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf

“…is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?”

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape.”

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“We, hurt by ourselves, keen / to be hurters and keen / to be hurt back deep inside. / We, like weapons laid / beside anger asleep.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Poetry of Rilke; “Antistrophes” (tr. Edward Snow)

“…she did not allow herself tears. When she did cry, she would explain her tears in this way: ‘I am not weeping, I am bursting with rage.’”

Gabriella Fiori, from Simone Weil: An Intellectual Biography

“Isn’t all that rage so ugly? / And isn’t it mine, still? / Good god, isn’t it mine?”

Ashe Vernon, from “Buried,” Not a Girl

Ada Limón, from “The Good Fight”

“What are we made of but hunger and rage?”

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“You kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry. Only / the sun has come this close, only the sun.”

— Shauna Barbosa, “GPS”

“If I’m a pagan of the good times / My lover’s the sunlight”

— Hozier, “Take Me to Church”

“In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

“yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: yours is the darkness of my soul’s return –-you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars.”

— E.E. Cummings, “silently if, out of not knowable”

“As long as the sun exists, your name will exist.”

— from a wall relief on the West Wall in the Chapel of Rameses I

“There are souls that you feel to lean forward to, like a sun-filled window.”

— Federico García Lorca, source unknown

“Your belly the sun, / sun in the water, / sun-water in the earthen jar, sunflower seed I planted in my chest…”

— Octavio Paz, “A Tale of Two Gardens”

“Her Spanish sounds like sunlight drying a wet shirt. And in the process, I’ve grown fond of her.

She’s delicadeza, a word that names her nature. Whose dream deepens in the rain? Whose hair is lilacs?”

— Eugene Gloria, “The Verb To Lick”

“And even if they don’t find what they’re looking for, isn’t it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?”

— Jess Walter, Beautiful Ruins

“You are sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed.”

— Jessie Burton, The Miniaturist

She was a pure spirit, easily susceptible to emotion; one moment she’d be crying, the next laughing, like sunshine after a shower.

— Gustave Flaubert, in a letter to Louise Colet

“The sun comes out of your body like a fruit.”

— Homero Aridjis, Blue Spaces

I had been lost to you, sunlight And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight Oh, your love is sunlight Oh, your love is sunlight, oh But it is sunlight

— Hozier, “Sunlight”

“Is it love, the way you toss your head and create the sun?”

— Stimie

“If you are the rising sun / I am the road of blood.”

— Octavio Paz, “Motion”

“And there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love.”

— Audre Lorde, “Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power”

“Oh, your hair is red-gold, red-gold, your skin is like–sunlight on snow--”

— Tennessee Williams, “The Mutilated”

“He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“The first summer was pure happiness. We were making Persona on the island; it was hot. I was experiencing another human being, he was experiencing me, and we didn’t need to talk about it. I was barefoot in the sand so fine it was as if it breathed beneath my feet. I never wondered what might come of our relationship. It was as if I were living within soft walls of sunlight and desire and…happiness.”

— Liv Ullman on Ingmar Bergman,Liv & Ingmar

“When to me you leap and I’m born we ’re sunlight of oneness”.

— E.E. Cummings, “XLIX”

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”  

— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

But then you came back again: as sun on water. I reached for you, skimmed my hands over the light of you.”

— Nicole Callihan, “The End of the Pier”

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.”

— William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet

“Lovers alone wear sunlight”

I’m just so tired of being here