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@femmempathy
about this year
feat. @roundtop & @yalesappho
I DON’T CARE HOW MANY TIMES I’VE REBLOGGED THIS IT WILL NEVER END
How to love your depressed lover. Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” … your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort. Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
(via girlchoking)
I’d like to be able to write about depression in a way that simultaneously captures how it feels and provides an analysis of why and how its feelings are produced by social forces. I’m interested in how, for many of us (an “us” that includes a range of social positions and identities in need of specification), everyday life produces feelings of despair and anxiety, sometimes extreme, sometimes throbbing along at a low level, and hence barely discernible from just the way things are, feelings that get internalized and named, for better or for worse, as depression. It is customary, within our therapeutic culture, to attribute these feelings to bad things that happened to us when we were children, to primal scenes that have not yet been fully remembered or articulated or worked through. It’s also common to explain them as the result of a biochemical disorder, a genetic mishap for which we shouldn’t blame ourselves. I tend to see such master narratives as problematic displacements that cast a social problem as a personal problem in one case and as a medical problem in the other, but moving to an even larger master narrative of depression as socially produced often provides little specific illumination and even less comfort because it’s an analysis that frequently admits of no solution. Saying that capitalism (or colonialism or racism) is the problem does not help me get up in the morning.
Ann Cvetkovich, Depression: A Public Feeling (2012), 14-15. (via auntbutch)
@roundtop and I have this print in our kitchen and it is everything to me
You will never see it coming.
“Shit man.. U didn’t have to be so extra with it tho”
all mermaids are gay
Everything I wear is gay and homo erotic. Clothing might not be gay before I put it on but when I put it on it becomes gay
How glad I am that you exist.
Vita Sackville-West, Letter to Virginia Woolf (via thelovejournals)
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@yalesappho FEMMESHIP THO
one of the worst chronic illness feelings: when you know you’ve overdone it but all you can do it wait for it to hit you and agonizingly wonder just how bad it’s going to be this time
make america again. just make it again. let’s start over completely. we had a good run but it’s time to hit the reset button and try again
some thoughts for america 2.0:
national anthem is gasolina
no founding fathers whatsoever but maybe we give dwayne the rock johnson a mountain statue or two
let’s do way, way less genocide this time. im thinking definitely like 0% of the genocide from the last time, that seems good
maybe more holidays about dogs
FLORIDA MEDUSA pattern 1
@yalesappho