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@bulldoozy
It’s like…. illegal not to have a smartphone anymore. and at the same time the internet is getting increasingly volatile. and you have to really struggle in order to almost escape it.
there are good things about the internet, I just wish we truly had a choice.
No matter how much i feel like my body maybe should come with warnings so future friends can tap out before they get too close, like a dating profile disclosing every burden i bear and bring, i must never give up on connection
no, I can’t live a “normal life” with my disability. but I can live my life, and my life is everything to me, it’s all I have. so when you reduce it so something that simply lacks something yours has, that’s painful. everyone works within certain restrictions and mine happen to look different from yours, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t valuable or filled with other things. disability doesn’t make me emptier, it isn’t a lack. life isn’t some equation where a “normal life” minus disability equals less worth living. that’s a very sad and flat way of thinking about people and life.
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monotype prints with oil paint and pastel.
avril lavigne was right. what the hell
in a hurry to be miserable in my room
quit your job. you need to spend more time making posts that are a little too honest and personal & potentially embarassing yourself on tumblr
So you’re telling me the reason I have a hard time quitting screens and sitting in silence is because I am lonely and when the silence takes ahold of me I am made aware of the awful emptiness that I then mistake for unbearable boredom because I am so numb to my own feelings. and that because I am so numb to my own feelings I am so unused to dealing with the that when they occur I have to immediately numb them down again. with screens and such. Is that what you are telling me.
If you need to ease out of it and your head is too fatigued and numbed to reach out to ppl I recommend opening your window to hear outside sounds for a bit.
So you’re telling me the reason I have a hard time quitting screens and sitting in silence is because I am lonely and when the silence takes ahold of me I am made aware of the awful emptiness that I then mistake for unbearable boredom because I am so numb to my own feelings. and that because I am so numb to my own feelings I am so unused to dealing with the that when they occur I have to immediately numb them down again. with screens and such. Is that what you are telling me.
it’s nothing a fundamentally different life couldn’t fix
Can a yuri lesbian and a yaoi lesbian truly be together?
Social identity branches out in all directions, like a fractal. You subdivide your traits and distinctions until a new set of niche descriptors satisfies your ever-growing urge for place. These are merely social shackles. They share the same genealogy that cis people share for the term 'heterosexual'. It's all a grift, a waste of your mental energy. You are self-ensnared by fictitious social-jargon, but it should mean nothing to you, truly. - When one realizes that it never ends, that the fractal is truly infinite, you make an active choice to abandon the search for the bottom, lest you risk drowning in its spiral. You could merely accept that you love yuri lesbians AND yaoi lesbians, that you love lesbians, that you love yaoi, it doesn't fucking matter. You simply love what you love.
Look at yourself in the mirror. is that a person who lives under the perfect categorical definition of any-one kind of person? You know it doesn't. So why do we believe that these niche terms help define our roles as human beings? Does it bring you comfort, having these self-appointed titles? Do you feel safe surrounded by people who call themselves the same things as you do? Or is it merely a glass shield protecting you from an intimidating truth: that you can be anyone, and do anything? Having that much freedom is scary, but it also means you're never beholden to the restrictive nature of category ever again.
unfortunately i actually AM impossible to love and its not just all in my head