[rodeoradio]

-Leslie Feinberg, from Trans Liberation Beyond Pink Or Blue

[mossy-cobble]

crazy how i find myself thinking i've got a handle on it all finally and then i see the ways that other people tangle their lives together so easily and live so easily together with their friends and i feel like that girl at the top of the stairs painting by norman rockwell

[mossy-cobble]

i'll always be here

[ghostmouses]

mad about being chronically ill so I baked a cake about it

[spacerockband]

Strange Bird

[mrcheekssensitivezone]

meoooooowwwwwww

[duke-bane]

Today is my birthday 🐶

[mrcheekssensitivezone]

ough i feel like seasonal depression has never hit this hard before

[mrcheekssensitivezone]

ough can’t stop re-triggering myself

[oldtestleper]

related works

[guangchuans]

[ID: A two panel comic drawn traditionally. First, a person with short hair sits shirtless, facing the right and visible from their profile. Behind them someone grasps below their nape as if trying to look inside it. The background is black with many irregular white lines. Second, a view of a person from behind, with long hair swept to the side to expose their neck and back. There is a hole in their back below their nape, which is stretched out by two hands. Inside the hole there is a red expanse with many sharp white teeth. The background is half white, half black. Text on the image reads “Do you see it yet?” and “Not quite.” End ID.]

[grendel-menz]

my farm girl blues

[mrcheekssensitivezone]

aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!

imma sensing a melt-a-down a luigi!

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

after a suicide attempt in 2016

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13

[elfwreck]

Some context: Texas and Arkansas share a corner border. Now, Texas is FECKING HUGE and there are many, many parts of Texas that cannot visit Arkansas overnight, but there are parts where it’s no trouble at all.

However, those places of Texas that are close to Arkansas, do not include “close to Fort Smith, Arkansas.”

The closest Texas gets to Fort Smith is about 185 miles (about 300km), at “a little closer than Texarkana.” (Dallas, fwiw, is about 275 miles/450km from Fort Smith.)

So the dad in this story drove at least SEVEN HOURS round trip, to pick up a bushel of plums for his little girl, in the hope that some almost-out-of-season fruit would convince her to go on living.

[church-of-crayak]

daughter of bear

[ojibwa]

[emptylungs-deactivated20220816]

[mrcheekssensitivezone]

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[dogboyism]