Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
if i look back, i am lost
art blog(derogatory)
Misplaced Lens Cap
Origami Around
JBB: An Artblog!
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Xuebing Du
Sade Olutola
Peter Solarz
tannertan36
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
todays bird
taylor price
trying on a metaphor
YOU ARE THE REASON
@theartofmadeline
Love Begins
Andulka
seen from Türkiye
seen from Vietnam
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United Kingdom
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seen from Paraguay
seen from Spain
seen from Germany
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@travisthechimp
He was tortured and beaten by the ogre
He was beaten and punished by the ogre
He was punished and pummelled by the ogre
He was pummelled and tormented by the ogre
He was tormented and injured by the ogre
He was injured and hurt by the ogre
He was hurt and broken by the ogre
He was broken and damaged by the ogre
He was damaged and harmed by the ogre
He was loved and cuddled by the ogre as part of their BDSM aftercare
Didn't happen. He was harmed and attacked by the ogre
"Nowhere is the power of capital, the power of a handful of billionaires over the whole of society, so crude and as openly corrupt as in America. Once capital exists, it dominates the whole of society, & no...form of franchise (voting) can alter the essence of the matter.”
— V.I. Lenin (1919)
It's perfectly natural for autists to like trains because trains are like our older brothers, to whom we can look up. Trains are big and strong creatures; unstoppable and proud, but they are elegant and logical. Not human but like humanity they are higher than beasts. The train is like a stoic sword hero who does what must be done and whose will must be respected, for his course cannot be altered. A train is an adult man with asperger's who has a job. And he's faster than everybody. I could be like him some day.
you have to be careful reading too many things that are good/smart/well-written bc then you encounter something that isnt and you get confused like ? why didnt they just make this good ? were they stupid
dude, this is really scary, and liminal as well. It's like the bathrooms
Whatever
imploring my doctor to read my chart, and the actual words i send her. i dont think she lives in reality and also she is not messaging me back
been having stomach problems for a bit. well for my entire life. i almost certainly have ibs. doctor gave me a muscle relaxant for my stomach. it works. awesome. i identify butter as the main issue, but other oils and other things I have not identified are still making me feel ill. I also know mental health is a factor because it is the anniversary of a traumatic event and I've been off my shit. So I ask my doctor if we can refill the meds. I mention being interested in therapy but that I haven't been able to afford it.
I tell my doctor all this. She knows the stomach issues are chronic and have been going on for a long time. She also knows from my intake that I've taken SSRIs and not gotten any results from them. Despite all this she ignored me asking for a refill, refers me to a dietician that my insurance doesn't cover, and tells me I have insurance so therapy should be affordable but if it isn't she can give me an antidepressant. I message her back like "okay but what about the meds" and 24 hours later im still waiting for a response
AND MY TUMMY STILL FUCKING HURTS!!!!
imploring my doctor to read my chart, and the actual words i send her. i dont think she lives in reality and also she is not messaging me back
been having stomach problems for a bit. well for my entire life. i almost certainly have ibs. doctor gave me a muscle relaxant for my stomach. it works. awesome. i identify butter as the main issue, but other oils and other things I have not identified are still making me feel ill. I also know mental health is a factor because it is the anniversary of a traumatic event and I've been off my shit. So I ask my doctor if we can refill the meds. I mention being interested in therapy but that I haven't been able to afford it.
I tell my doctor all this. She knows the stomach issues are chronic and have been going on for a long time. She also knows from my intake that I've taken SSRIs and not gotten any results from them. Despite all this she ignored me asking for a refill, refers me to a dietician that my insurance doesn't cover, and tells me I have insurance so therapy should be affordable but if it isn't she can give me an antidepressant. I message her back like "okay but what about the meds" and 24 hours later im still waiting for a response
imploring my doctor to read my chart, and the actual words i send her. i dont think she lives in reality and also she is not messaging me back
Looks like things are going well
i genuinely dont understand why most of the professional class of practitioners that deal with mental health find it borderline impossible to be empirical about their approach. its genuinely not as complicated as these people think, theyre literally making it more complicated because the concept of "systemic inequalities and violence and deprivation cause adverse events in the lives of the oppressed, which makes them sad and/or crazy" would require some sort of political self reflection
going to therapy should be like when they called the CIA interrogation survival specialists in to teach jim carrey how to tolerate his 6 hour grinch transformation without going insane
happy june everybody i hope you get fucked and/or sucked this month
what if we don't wanna be?
then i hope for peace
