I really do think that it’s good for the soul to be unironically pretentious about something. Not in a gatekeeping kind of way but in a “yes, it really is that deep and I would love to enthusiastically and passionately explain why” kind of way.

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I really do think that it’s good for the soul to be unironically pretentious about something. Not in a gatekeeping kind of way but in a “yes, it really is that deep and I would love to enthusiastically and passionately explain why” kind of way.
remember that guy that had a single auditory hallucination that told him he had a brain tumor and the exact location and then he went to the doctor and it was fucking right
In the end, it was agreed to proceed with an immediate operation. AB's voices told her that they were fully in agreement with that decision.
"Do you concur, Dr. Hallucinatory Voice?"
So these are some possibilities I can think of:
ghost of a doctor (or tomography tech) at Children's Hospital, Great Ormond Street, whose unfinished business was getting this one lady diagnosed and treated
someone at Children's Hospital, Great Ormond Street, (or elsewhere but masquerading as such) has invented a means of both long-range, non-invasive tomography and transmission of their voice directly into the recipient's brain
time travel (also with direct-to-brain voice transmission)
the patient experienced some other symptoms not mentioned here, and had sufficient medical training/knowledge (also not mentioned here; possibly obtained from some connection to Children's Hospital, which could explain her other specific knowledge) to self-diagnose at least that she needed a brain scan, but somehow completely compartmentalized that knowledge and externalized it as a hallucinatory voice
the tumor itself triggered the hallucinatory voices and somehow, by unexplained means or just sheer good luck, the tumor diagnosed itself
I don't know enough about neurology or the structure of the brain to know if a "left posterior frontal parafalcine mass, which extended through the falx to the right side" would cause auditory hallucinations, but I did find a few articles, such as:
Left Frontal Lobe Meningioma Causing Secondary Schizophrenia Misdiagnosed for 25 Years
Schizophrenia-Like Psychosis Associated With Right-Parietal Meningioma
And this one which I found very interesting:
Right frontal meningioma presenting as delusional parasitosis
(mild cw for insects, worms, parasites)
A man in his early 60s presented to the psychiatry outpatient department with delusional parasitosis. [...] He was detected to have a right frontal meningioma with features of intracranial hypertension with midline shift, and he underwent emergency surgery. His delusional symptoms completely resolved after surgery and did not recur during the follow-up period of 2.5 years.
This patient presented with symptoms of delusions of being infested by insects and associated elementary auditory hallucination in the form of ‘the buzzing of a fly in the ear’.
The brain is fucking fascinating!
If you're a new writer and you're asking yourself "is this too personal, is this too much, will people think this is weird" that feeling is the exact location of your actual voice. The stuff that makes you want to close the laptop is the stuff nobody else could write. The safe version is always worse. Always. I have never once read something and thought "this would have been better if it was a little less honest." go further. It's always go further.
"Ayo shawty what that thang do?"
"(Comically loud wobbling sound like a sheet of metal)"
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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god
time to make a post on tumblr. surely no one will interpret it to be as offensive and bad intentioned as possible.
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in the Egyptian wing of the museum and my boyfriend is like "what are all the time periods of ancient Egypt" and I'm like predynastic, early dynastic, old kingdom which is when the pyramids were built, first intermediate, middle kingdom, second intermediate, new kingdom which includes amarna period and yugioh, third intermediate, and then all the late period stuff and macedonian and roman eras. and he's like run that by me one more time
Anyway this disability pride month I would like to shoutout disabled folks whose creativity has suffered because of their condition. I’m talking people with hand tremors and pain that stop them from drawing, knitting, and playing instruments. People whose thinking has become so disorganized that nothing they write makes sense to other people. People with chronic pain who can no longer dance. People so over medicated in a fruitless attempt to maintain stability that the wells of their imagination have run dry.
I see you and I love you. You are more than your creative output. You are not a shell of what you used to be. You are a whole, complete person, regardless of what your creativity has been, is now, or will be in the future.
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"He wouldn't say that" has a beautiful cousin, and her name is "That's Not What This Story is About".
running into a trans girl while you're out and about makes the entire miserable errand worth it, whatever it was. like glancing upward at just the right time to see a shooting star. I spot a trans flag and it sincerely ceases to matter that the bus is crowded and it rained unexpectedly and my shoes are soaked through and my headphones are dead. I am happy to be on that specific bus on that specific day, because you're there too.
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