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Have you REALLY lost your scissors if you aren't walking around making scissor motions with your fingers in an attempt to lure them back out?
spellcasting with somatic compenents
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It's me, hi, I'm back; glad to see y'all cuz this place became an ads wasteland for two years. Im still just out here making my trauma everyone else's problem & being an old cringey 2002 livejournal elder emo piece of garbage.
You need to draw and make art or else all the images will stay in your head and you'll get sick
David Shrigley
Beating the alcoholic allegations by easily plugging my phone into the charger with no struggle at all
THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW (1975) + letterboxd reviews (insp.)
To myself, raised in an environment that glorified and romanticized restriction and suffering:
There is no victory in skipping dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, or morning coffee, or dessert.
There is no victory in refusing heaters and air conditioners and fans and heated blankets.
There is no victory in denying yourself sleep, or showers, or movement, or water, or a comfortable bed, or taking the elevator vs. the stairs.
There is no victory in refusing pain meds and heating pads and ice packs and medical help.
There is no victory in punishing yourself needlessly, in telling yourself that this pain you feel is because you are bad to the core and deserve it.
There is no victory in choking back your laughter and your tears, to keep an imagined equilibrium of safety that is really just a dry, cracked, empty, endless emotional desert.
You are here. You are in this body, and this body is yours. You deserve good things. You are alive, and that is messy and loud, and messy and loud are okay.
It’s okay to live abundantly. It’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to indulge. This paralysis of self-punishment, self-restriction, self-loathing is not healthy or good for you.
Well fuck. Guess I needed this today.
no your honor I absolutely can make my case like an adult. first things first, fuck the defendant and fuck his family too. secondly,
stopppppp im going to pass away just thinking abt this
#what a way to discover you have a priase kink
When I got my first tattoo I told my rather beautiful tattoo artist that I refused to be a wuss and she said “Oh dont worry, if you squirm I will pin you down.”
And that lives in my head rent free.
“What is it with queer people and tattoos?”
Something something intricate rituals
I'm incredibly lucky to be where I am in life right now. I've been cheering for everyone else in my life for so long, it feels good and cathartic to be cheering for myself for once.
It's just so unfortunate that the world is on fire while I finally have a slice of Really Good. It immediately makes me feel awful for being so lucky, knowing how hard things are for... Well... *Gestures broadly* everyone else. I'm not unaffected, I just leap of faithed my whole life last year and it paid off - I feel like I can't really enjoy it.
But maybe being in a place where I feel ok is enjoyment enough. Taking small victories.
Signs it's getting bad again:
Biting my lips, making any tiny bit of chapped-ness worse and bleed. Picking at my cuticles until they also bleed and swell.
Every segue or sidestory in every conversation is a negative one. And I downplay it as self deprecating but it's mostly uncomfortable for everyone in earshot. Then the overcompensating that haha no but everything's fine, it's fine.
Disinterested in sex (not the partner, just the act) because it feels like a chore that requires preparation with time & energy I don't have. And masturbating is straight up boring. No dopamine.
Disinterested in showers, because hair is too complicated. Once in the shower, I don't want to leave, because it's warm and quiet. The whole thing feels like an absolute chore.
The scalp psoriasis becomes raging again, so much hair comes out with just a brush, and not brushing results in a rats nest.
ADHD becomes unmanageable when she's not here to ground me. My rational brain says everything's fine and you're stressing yourself out over nothing, but the dysfunction tells me if I do something else right now, there will be dopamine in the achievement. Nothing gets achieved. No dopamine scored. Only an anxiety attack.
Hairpin trigger at work, where it becomes monotonous and I crave some chaos, but the moment the chaos is out of my control, I have a mental meltdown.
Hairpin trigger at her. She's doing her best to tolerate my moodiness, but can't understand that my nerves are shot, and yes it's mostly "my fault" but it's also entirely out of my control. Pushing away or hurting the one person that gets the raw me isn't the goal, and yet, here am I succeeding.
The crash after the depressive break to the mania, where I've made myself physically ill from the anxiety - running a full set of symptoms of a migraine without the splitting headache, and sleep for 10+ hours. Try not to vomit at work.
Impulsively deciding to cut all my hair off.
people should just embrace jewel tones already if I see one more house entirely decorated in washed out neutral colours I’m gonna sue someone
hell is not a fiery demon pit its a never ending white and cream minimalist apartment, every time someone paints a room entirely white and adds a pale blue throw cushion for “a splash of colour” they are carrying out the work of the devil
#fuck resale values my mental health comes first
Writing one’s home-nesting tendencies around resale value is itself playing into the Devil’s hands.
Paint your walls. Install catwalks for your kitties. Transform your home into a hobbit-hole or the innermost chambers of a D&D dungeon owned by a particularly campy lich. Grow a rainforest of plants in your southern-exposure window rooms or strangle your house in vines.
Horrify the Petunia Dursleys of the world by your mere existence, and be happy.
A while ago Facebook kept trying to advertise some kind of design magazine/website to me with an article “The Most Colour-Soaked Home We’ve Ever Seen” and I finally clicked the link and all the pictures were a bunch of white and off-white rooms with a couple of vases and books in bright colours scattered around. Like bitch you’re advertising this to me in Atlantic Canada we don’t do “splashes of colour” we let the floodgates open. Your lame-ass pallid designs have no power here.
When it’s foggy 350 days of the year, you’ve got to be able to pick out your own house from a distance.
,,,,Fuck
I almost started crying because?????? They’re so pretty??????????????
This is where I’m from! 😁 The first picture of the colourful row houses is called “Jellybean Row”. How cute is that, right?
My home is puuuure soothing color everywhere, and a whole lot of black. Off-white makes me gag. I’m not selling for 29 years minimum (in which time the world will be on fire and that’ll be that anyway) so you know damn well Imma enjoy my fucking fortress of solitude and decorate it for Halloween year round and terrify my extremely religious 7 year old nephew everytime he comes to visit.
“They expect our movements to include hate, because that’s what their movements do.”