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RINA SAWAYAMA via Instagram
There's gotta be a better way of talking about fatigue cause I'll be standing there in the fucking trenches like thousand yard stare and I explain this as "I didn't sleep well last night." & everyone's just like "lol that's Sleepy Kurt! Why don't you go to bed earlier" I'll kill us both
I've never slept well in my life I'm haunted by visions this is a symptom of like five different things wrong with me and nobody takes it seriously because all I can say is "I'm tired" if I had enough energy I would snap one of these days
i think you have to romanticize autumn a little. what else are you supposed to do
you need to get it out of your mind that psychosomatic illness is just “making up symptoms” when it’s actually much more like your body is being actively poisoned by chemicals released from your brain
if you’re so stressed that you’re puking your guts up every morning, are unable to eat or keep anything down, you can’t look at light without feeling infinitely worse and feel exhausted and in pain all the time (or whatever your particular stress induced symptom set is) you’re not just feeling like that because you’ve willed it into being. your body is begging for relief from the constant barrage of stress hormones and it requires the fundamental source of stress to go away, not just distracting yourself from the symptoms
just because the root is psychological doesn’t mean the result isn’t an entirely physical process.
What people really don't seem to grasp a lot of the time is that psychosomatic and psychological illnesses are still physical.
Your brain is not some esoteric manifestation of the fundamental self which can necessarily be controlled by force of will. It's a lump of meat coursing with electricity generated by a chemical reaction.
Every thing you have ever thought, felt, or perceived was a reaction between chemicals and electricity in meat. All of them can be influenced by messing around with the chemicals and physical structures of your brain and body.
I have ADHD because I have a connective tissue disorder which caused an error in the way my cells built my brain and the receptors in my brain for norepinephrine aren't quite right. My entire personality is caused by the fact that the collagen in my brain is fucked up.
after seeing your friends for a few hours sometimes u walk away and return home with a little ball of glowing golden light in your chest
also while i’m ranting about gender i always see debate about whether girls are rewarded for being tomboys or not and it’s like. actually girls are rewarded for mirroring whatever the situation demands of them. girls can’t be too prissy and refuse to play in the creek, but girls also can’t show up to girly events covered in mud. girls can’t have makeup art as a hobby or else they’re superficial, but if they never wear makeup they’re a slob and dumpy, etc. it’s not that girls are universally rewarded or punished for being tomboys, they’re rewarded for bending over backwards to always be exactly right for any given situation and punished for breaking those boundaries. so yes a classically pretty girl who cleans up nice is rewarded when she can ALSO be a tomboy. but a girl who is a tomboy all the time is definitely punished for never being able to achieve that prerequisite feminine side. this debate is over now thanks
this is spot on. A woman's masculinity is rewarded as long as it doesn't conflict with being heteronormatively attractive and as long as the masculinity plays harmonising second fiddle to the masculinity of the men around her.
Essentially the goalposts for girls and women move situationally and based on who wants what because at the end of the day under patriarchy the only correct female presentation/behavior is “what is demanded of her/obedience”
the most powerful universes are sense8 and pacific rim. i'm sorry, but if your characters aren't thrown together due to circumstance and forced to know and love each other intimately before combining powers and saving the world then what's the point
Jennifer’s body is not a horror movie. it’s a love story between two girls. that’s just how girls are you wouldn’t understand.
Time is nothing.
Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveller's Wife //Illustration by Lesley Imgart
“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”
— Kurt Vonnegut
expressing love by giving them the bigger half. learning about a topic they’re interested in so they have someone to discuss it with. listening to their music and making them playlists to connect with them. remembering the little details they mention in conversations. little actions that show so much love.
go ahead talk about my current hyperfixation i won't be weird i promise
i lied
i don’t usually bully my boyfriend on the internet but
yeah i was there
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youre telling me a ham fisted this metaphor??
thinking about middle aged gay love is like. we have a future and we have time
my mother divorced my father when i was 7. it wasn’t because she was gay, though she did discover this later (another reminder that it’s okay to find out who you are at 40, at 50, etc, and also for who you are to change) but because she had thought he was the great love of her life and he turned out to be a shitty person.
my mother married my ma when i was 11. i think they do have a great love. i think they love each other the way you can when you’re middle aged – having seen the world, being able to see each other’s flaws, knowing themselves. they see each other in full, and they love each other and the world for it.
they dance on the street to buskers (very embarrassing when you’re twelve; very cute when you look back on it as an adult). i shit you not – they pass me their purses and dance on the sidewalk, laughing. i thought was something that only happened in movies.
my ma makes my mother eggs every morning because my mother can’t cook for shit. my mother presses my ma’s work blazers for her because my ma still can’t figure out how to work the new iron.
when it was warm, high-school me would wake up on the weekends and wander downstairs to find them sitting in the backyard in the sun, drinking coffee together and splitting the newspaper in a surgical, exact process since they’d worked out who wanted which sections years ago.
my mother is happier than she’s ever been. my ma, too. there is a future out there for every gay person who’s always known they’re gay, like my ma, and for everyone who figures it out later, like my mother. there’s time.
they’re growing old together. i cannot express to you how much they are leading happy lives, loving each other, with a huge family surrounding them. i cannot express to you how much they have this beautiful future that they are living and will live.
i want you to know, if you don’t have any older gays in your life: they’re out there. and they’re living these full, happy lives.
sometimes i look to my moms and i think, i want a life like yours. and looking at them makes me believe i will get it.