Linds @vangoghfuckurself - Tumblr Blog

can’t sleep tonight because my ocd is convinced that there is someone hiding in my house waiting to murder me and my child and that I need to get out of bed and check every single space that a person could conceivably fit even though there is virtually no way someone could have gotten into the house (don’t worry though, I’ve already run the gauntlet of ways that an intruder could’ve gotten in regardless.)

anyways about to dunk my entire head in a bowl of ice water to try to ground myself or whatever

#it’s like straight up nauseating to feel this extreme anxiety and to have to maybe maybe not your way through it #tw: violence #ocd #personal

flintyfae

zine i made about being a boring queer!

nothing more natural than changing and evolving and learning and discovering things about yourself.

happy pride from this fat trans butch

pityroad

— Holes, Eileen Myles, from ‘I Must Be Living Twice, New & Selected Poems 1975-2014’

eleanorsdeath

i love photography i love art i love losing myself in books and going to exhibitions and the cinema and walking through cities and i love architecture and learning about history and no one will ever take that away from me

disqualifiedashumanbeing

heavenlycreatures

finland, pietarsaari, 2020

littlealienproducts

What Art We Sticker by GrandpasSwamp

thirdity

“I have never been able to understand people with consistent lives – people who, for example, grow up in a liberal Catholic household and stay that way; or who in junior high school are already laying down a record on which to run for president one day. Imagine having no discarded personalities, no vestigial selves, no visible ruptures with yourself, no gulf of self-forgetfulness, nothing that requires explanation, no alien version of yourself that requires humor and accommodation. What kind of life is that?”

— Michael Warner, “Tongues Untied” in Curiouser: On the Queerness of Children (216)