neither bloody nor bowed

@63words

kate pierce email twitter i'm adventurous in the kitchen. i like mountains, art, feminism, and living in the south. var _gaq = _gaq || []; _gaq.push(['_setAccount', 'UA-30742189-1']); _gaq.push(['_trackPageview']); (function() { var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true; ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 'https://ssl' : 'http://www') + '.google-analytics.com/ga.js'; var s = document.getElementsByTagName('script')[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(ga, s); })();

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adhemarpo

The New Yorker, juin 2016

i'm super bummed because i made a cool friend but now she's moving away to go to medical school which is awesome for her, she's smart and she'll be great at it but selfishly, i can't stop thinking about how awesome it was to have a friend who loves gin and nihilism and cats and perfect eyebrows and scary movies

there was a vigil. i didn't go because i didn't feel like i knew her well enough to be there, but the photographer gave me the pictures of her that i loved so much and i took them to the location of the vigil. her daughter has them now.

years and years ago, back when i just came to events at the gallery and wasn't a part of it and didn't really know anybody, i saw these beautiful vibrant pictures on display of a cool woman just exuding personality, and i loved them. after seeing them a few times, i approached the photographer about doing a shoot with him. he and his wife and dogs and cats ended up being so important to my life. and if i hadn't met him, i don't know if i ever would have met my cousin. i only met the woman from the pictures a couple of times. she moved away years ago, our paths didn't intersect much. she had been missing for several days, and her body was found today. i'm deeply sad about it, even though i barely knew her, because how different my life would be if i hadn't loved those pictures of her.

shingojira

mishasminions

i thought that i had posted a reply but tumblr lost it. cool. and no, not really. i've talked about some of the things during sessions but it always seems to be glossed over with the most basic "you need to work on your self esteem" and things like - okay, at one point, i was talking about the lack of worth i feel, and she asked me if a child walked into the room, if i would tell them that they have no worth. it just really seemed to oversimplify everything i was talking about. i'm not a child and my issues are different than those a child faces. i don't know, i guess it's better than nothing. but i'm still frustrated.

doomface

does someone ever say something to you and you can just feel the

figuratively pop up over your head

catchymemes

i'm so frustrated after my therapy appointment today she keeps telling me that i need to work on my self esteem and find value in myself, and it's gotten to the point that today i said "honestly how do you expect me to develop these things when i hate myself most of the time, you can't get blood from a stone" and she just gave me a dumb worksheet that looks geared to middle school kids -- but I also don't have a lot of options. so many mental health professionals around here are faith based, and it's not just that i'm not a believer, it's that i feel like they would be judging me on my life choices based on their belief system. i can't see anything productive coming from that. beyond that, there's not a lot of options that take my insurance, and most of the other options are located in the same building, so i'm guessing they'll all be similar, and it will be a whole thing if i switch my therapist is nice enough and she laughs at my jokes, but i just don't know if anything productive is coming from it

rockylin-the-fangirl

I heard noises from the laundry basket.

julierthanyou

truth getting surprised in her well & wanting to be left alone instead of rescuing an ungrateful humanity

a dumb thing: for years i've thought about doing stand up comedy. i think i'm pretty okay at knowing how to make people laugh and i've got an endless amount of weird stories plus, back when i used to be a GTA, my coworker and i really excelled at what we referred to as "gynecomedy". we had a whole routine going. but i don't know how to go about actually trying to do it one of the local bars has a comedy night, but i've been going there for years and i hate the thought of encouraging applause from people i halfway know but beyond that i'm just like ???????