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@illholduclose
i want all my friends and followers and mutuals and acquaintances to know from the bottom of my heart: i don’t respond to your messages because i’m an insane person, i am insane medieval hermit software running inappropriately on modern queer hardware and social media scares me. it is not your fault
when i get a notifications on my phone i try to kill my phone with a rock
Don't you dare give up.
Ugggghhhhhh. Fine.
Heh heh heh
poverty is a form of torture utilized by the government to bring about a conditioned response
that conditioned response is considered a form of learned helplessness wherein the victim stops fighting back against what it believe to be the inevitable
but not everyone breaks under torture
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Maggie Smith, from a poem titled "Self-Portrait as an Incomplete List of Mysteries," featured in A Suit or a Suitcase: Poems
That time I was hospitalized for suicidal ideation after a life experience and asked my doctor “ isn’t this how I’m supposed to feel?”. His response was “ that is such a profound insight” and said very little else. So according to medical professionals…^ valid
sometimes the mood is just “alive, unfortunately”
If they try to carry you whilst in your deepest valley, but do so with resentment and judgement, they aren’t worth the climb back up.
This is not love.
just being alive is heavy tonight, but we have enough dead friends. come over...