I Have Thoughts

Come look inside my brain. Or don’t I’m not gonna tell you what to do.

[makingsenseofwhathappened]

hi. just a reminder,

not everyone will get it. and that's okay. the ones who do will find you.

or you'll find them in the comments section of something true.

love, someone who learned the difference

[positivelyqueer]

important to tell self sometimes “not everything is about you.” Not mean way but realistic way.

Friends don’t respond because they’re busy or had a bad day at work - not about you. No secret ignoring or hated.

Partner breaks up with you because personal insecurities - not about you. Something they have to work through.

Random stranger is unkind or rude to you - not about you. Reflection on their own morals and decisions.

Yes all things can hurt certainly, but not reflection that you are guilty, or secretly loathed by everyone. People are complex entities unto themselves. Sometimes need take step back gain perspective.

[notme502]

I finally feel proud.

I went to my first pride and at some point between a drag queen screaming I ‘i love you’ and dancing with a girl who's hair reminded me of Taylor swift, I finally felt proud to be me.

[shimmerrrymillk]

Jean: How long does it take to die by fire?

Wymack: ....

Jean: ...

Waymack: where did you hide the lighter?

Jean: ...

Waymack: WHERE THE FUCK IS LIGHTER JEAN

[notme502]

My orange cats favorite game is called China cabinet.

He hides under the China cabinet and I poke him while he bats at me. He also enjoys it if I grab his limbs and try and pull him out. If I leave before he is done playing China cabinet he follows me around meowing. If look, talk or otherwise acknowledge him. He will run back to the China cabinet. I don’t follow he will skid to a spot and start meowing again.

I don’t know how this started.

My other cat is concerned.

[notme502]

She's going to make one hell of a Doctor

Her scores are mediocre

She didn't get accepted into her top school

She is not emotional, in fact she complains of occasion apathy

But oh how she fights for it

How she seeks solution and fights for what is right

Shes indignant when she hears of malpractice

Her blood does not boil but grows icy

When I told her I don't see myself ever being pain free she says

“I get where your coming from, not wanted to get your hopes up and all, but that's fucking bullshit’

She won't be the doctor who holds your hand when your in pain, but she sure as hell will listen when a patient says Tylenol does not help

She will stand up to insurance companies

Bring death to Big Pharma

innovate new treatments

She will be one hell of a doctor



[notme502]

The amount of times I have said of thought some version of I hate men this week is simply astounding.

They fuck up. I fix it. They mope.

[notme502]

Uper middle class parents treat there children like trophies. Like passion projects. Like Barbie dolls to play with.

‘Oh look my little barbie doll just got into a great school!’

‘Oh no! now my Barbie thinks it’s gay.’ Because years of marching band show choir and majoring in arts is a straight thing for a Barbie to do.

‘Barbie Has been sad and anxious and like a good Barbie owner I will always be there for it’

‘As long as it’s a quick fix’

‘As long as it’s not interfering with anything else.’

‘As long as you don’t wake the man who pays for our dream house.’

Oh no! Now Barbie is crying because she feels like she does not deserve to live if she is not a perfect Barbie.

Barbie should not be sad, Barbie should not be gay, Barbie should never be an inconvenience to her owner.

Barbie should let her owner dress her dictate what and when she eats. If Barbie did that then maybe Barbie wouldn’t want to die.

So Barbie hides away. They can’t be disappointed in Barbie if they don’t know.

Barbie takes pills.

Barbie hurts herself.

Barbie pretends to be fine

[notme502]

Last night Barbie’s owner pulled out her prom picture from 7 years ago.

Barbie has worked hard to feel okay in her adderall free body

The adderall the resulted in great test scores a better behaved Barbie and a inability to eat between the hours of 7 am and 5pm

Barbie sees the skinny face

Barbie sees the skinny legs

Barbie sees the skinny arms

Barbie sees her adoring ken.

The ken Barbie left because Barbie did could not let ken see how broken she was

Ken could not see how hard Barbie works to be Barbie

Ken is kind

Ken looks at Barbie like she hangs the moon and stars

Barbie likes Ken

But ken is a thing of the past, a lovely memory

Barbie has a fancy degree, a career, horrific eating habits

Ken has 2 cats and a wife

Barbie missed ken sometimes, she wishes him the best

Barbie misses those skinny arms more

Barbies owner looks are Barbie’s prom pictures

The adderall ridden body of joy and success

‘Look at those skinny legs’

‘You could look like that again’

Barbie does not want to die but Barbie misses kens admiration

Barbie misses those skinny arms

[notme502]

I hate it when people say ‘aces are not just confused.’

I am very VERY confused!!

WHY IS EVERYONE SO HORNY ALL THE TIME?

[notme502]

I didn’t know @taylorswift knew I existed until she wrote a song about me. 

‘Little miss sunshine always thinks it’s gonna rain’

[drlovinglamb]

“ I didn’t understand straight people”

-Gordo livingstone

[anonymanemo]

In my head cannon, there's a strain of weed that effects werewolves, and the whole Bennett pack is getting absolutely blasted and watching Teen Wolf right now.

[notme502]

WTF IS THIS

[notme502]

Man: if really hard for men now a days bc we are just really horny as teens. But anyway I'm a big femenist

Me: cool I was sexulized before I was ten bc you could see my nipples though my one piece swim suit

[notme502]

The best piece of art I’ve ever made is titled

Katrina (dirt pills). Dirt pills was the file name. When I created the file I didn’t realize it would be the strongest piece I’ve ever created (I now churn out at least one very good design a week and a half dozen very good pieces of content).

Katrina (dirt pills) is a lithography print of a succulent growing out of a pile of anti depressants migraine meds and Xanax.

My professor asked me if I was anti meds (I was a sophomore majoring in design taking a print corse to learn more about the history of design) I didn’t really respond. He dropped it.

The truth was this print was about my resilience. how the shitty pill pile I shoved in my mouth to stave off my chronic pain and panic attacks allowed me to thrive. Well if not thrive to function.

Like a flower growing out of cow shit. Hate the pills love what that do.

I got the name Katrina from a book from my childhood. In the book Katrina (a side character) was tortured before being rescued by her wonderful husband. She gos on to get pretty much everything she could ever want. With her beef cake warrior feminist husband who is beyond whipped for her

Her story is terrifying tragic and breaks all the rules but she is HAPPY.

[palmettoshitposts]

neil josten processes trauma by Making Jokes

[notme502]

Of course Andrew’s solution is forcing him into therapy. Imagine how many times he does that.

[cryiling]

happy tuesday <33