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The only person who could get away with being the Joker is a cishet white man, but Iāll be damned if the rest of us donāt have plenty of motivation.
Im doin alright. My memory loss/brain injury is an ongoing recovery. I am still finding things I misplaced in myself, am remembering things i forgot about myself.
The steadiness of my life has shown me more about where im unsteady. Currently trying to set in some new habits and thought patterns to be kinder and more faithful to my Self.
Itās decreasing now, but i have a ton of apprehension abt the ways that im changing my expression and inclinations - theres a deeper part of me that worries that if i change too much i will lose the people, the life that i have. But im working on affirming that im alive and i *should* be changing, and that if the people around me dont appreciate the way that im growing and becoming, then that is a loss i have survived before and will survive again, and im no longer the kind of person that would spite themselves to stay superficially safe.
Of course, this is a moment to moment thing and it all feels new, but that doesnt mean i shldnt stick with it.
Asked a friend to help me headshot last weekend.
I somehow keep forgetting that Iām bad af. Like all around, Iām a dope person. I forget that and become small and fragile and perceive myself as powerless.
Itās not true.
Iām not afraid of myself or the world.
The world should be afraid of me.
getting up at 6 am by choice: wow what a beautiful sunrise! the house is so peaceful and quiet. i feel really tired but i donāt have to do anything but just sit here and enjoy the morning. what a pleasant feeling
getting up at 6 am because you have to: these covers draped upon my mortal coil have become the dirt above my casket. my corpse refuses to unsettle the earth to rise from its grave. i have been dead for centuries and have no intentions to assimilate once more into the tragic world of the living
top: holding phone with both hands, typing with both thumbs bottom: holding phone with one hand, typing with index/middle finger of the other vers: holding phone with one hand, typing with that handās thumb
Nyakim Gatwech at the 2018 Emmys
Designer: laviebyck
Itās been a rough 6wks, but Iām so loved in so many ways.
I had 3 seizures - #2 dislocated my shoulder, and #3 broke it a few hours later. They had to put my shoulder back in the socket while it was still broken, and then I had surgery to anchor the broken parts a few days later. They loaded me up on anti-seizure and pain medication so I have significant memory loss for a 2wk period in august.
There are things that come back. Things I know I canāt remember. And things I donāt know that I canāt remember. Moments I canāt get back - like my qp meeting my mom. Or my friends meeting my mom. Having all of them around me.
Im heartbroken and full-hearted all at once.
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Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Patti Smith, all dark, all romantic. When I say āromantic,ā I mean a sensibility that sees everything, and has to express everything, and still doesnāt know what the fuck it is, it hurts that bad. It just madly tries to speak whatever it feels, that can mean vast things. That mentality can turn a sun-kissed orange into a flaming meteorite, and make it sound like that in a song. -
Jeff BuckleyĀ
Itās probably time to start tumblin again.
A whole lot has changed (for better and worse) in my life this past year and probably I need to start yelling into the void again.
Anybody out there?
tonightās mood is the deep desire to be held close in a dimly lit room, covered in blankets while rain is softly falling outside
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Just finished doing my very first fan art piece of my favorite Pokemon evolutions ā”
EDIT: Just figured out how to make the lines glowy ; v;