Build the shittiest thing possible. Build out of trash because all i have is trash. Trash materials, trash bodies, trash brain syndrome. Build in the gaps between storms of chronic pain. Build inside the storms.
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I am too sick to write this article. The act of writing about my injuries is like performing an interpretative dance after breaking nearly every bone in my body. When I sit down to edit this doc, my head starts aching like a capsule full of some corrosive fluid has dissolved and is leaking its contents. The mental haze builds until it becomes difficult to see the text, to form a thesis, to connect parts. They drop onto the page in fragments. This is the difficulty of writing about brain damage.
The last time I was in the New Inquiry, several years ago, I was being interviewed. I was visibly sick. I was in an abusive “community” that had destroyed my health with regular, sustained emotional abuse and neglect. Sleep-deprived, unable to take care of myself, my body was tearing itself apart. I was suicidal from the abuse, and I had an infected jaw that needed treatment.
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A lot of people use tumblr for a mix of personal posts and fandom/ aesthetic/ whatever else posts. And the funny thing about that is just, followers can just kinda come and go at random. They have no sense of what the continuity is with these personal posts. They’re joining spontaneously in the middle with no context of what the blogger has been blogging about for years. They just saw a a good piece of Gravity Falls fanart in the tag and hit follow.
From the blog owner’s perspective the personal posts make up one long coherent narrative about what’s been happening in their life, posts building on older posts, updates about changing schools and jobs and houses, personal threads of drama and conflict. Meanwhile unsuspecting Gravity Falls fan hits follow five years into the blog’s existence and the first thing on their dash is Update, part 47, yes my head is still stuck in the fence. good news is i can now reach the garden hose so i have a steady stream of water to lap up. Jonathon has not returned with the butter
Could i offer you pride in this trying time?
This post generator is surprisingly coherent
“the difference between crows and ravens is that crows romanticize sin”
No you’re thinking of San Antonio. Sanrio is an Afro-Cuban religion
sanrio? you mean the guy with the coat and mittens?
If you read the big CHAZ/CHOP post I made in early June, most of this won’t be new to you. But I wanted to share it.
I don’t agree with everything in the video, especially not the jumps to attribute malice to the SPD when mere incompetence is a plausible explanation. The guy is clearly pushing a particular angle, and the timeline jumps quickly from one event that makes SPD look bad to another, almost implying that nothing except those events took place.
But the concrete facts he does report – those all happened. And the tone of the video captures how I felt about them then, and still do.
(I want to draw particular attention to the June 20 shooting and the claim that the cops were met by a violent crowd. The “body cam video” mentioned is not some obscure thing you have to look up a database – the SPD provided that footage in their official post about the incident, the same post that mentions a violent crowd. Do they … just think you’re not going to watch the video???
All this stuff was like that. Stuff that feels to me like a carrier wave for a fundamental message, reiterated again and again: I know I don’t have to make sense. No one cares if I’m lying. I have sovereignty and so I create reality. I cannot be held responsible for my actions, because I am the one-who-holds-responsible. Morality and law are things for you mortals, not me.)
I collected a bunch of "haha I don't have 2020 vision" "oh God not like that" posts
Worlds Within: Pill Bug Terrarium
Bioluminescent mushrooms are just magical~ I hope to see these in real life one day :D In the meantime, I can dream and paint them instead.
I am coming for all the monsters that ever touched him, I am coming for all the ones who twisted his stars into shadows, They turned him into a nightmare, So I’m going to be theirs.
and they’ll never wake up // k.s. (via worthystevie)