May 2012
3 posts
Artimides: As Finals Draw Near →
academicsilence:
Dear students:
There is no such thing as “heterophobia.” There is no such thing as “misandry.” There is no such thing as “reverse racism.” There is no such thing as “poverty privilege.” All of these things were created by those with privilege to justify why they should…
April 2012
50 posts
“Lack of motivation” is a generally misunderstood symptom of depression. It does...”
– Maud, There’s Good News and Bad News.
Yes.
(via shakethecobwebs, kiriamaya)
(via cocksucking-accent)
How To Cope With Obsessive Thinking
resist-psychicdeath:
Boy’s black hands held a devil in me. I don’t have enough teeth. I’ll wear bear fur up my body, and he’ll carry a rifle behind me. He had a bad head, wanted impressive measurements. I count in pitches, baby. *** I stroke his skin with motor oil, the only way I’ll smother him.
hanna always knows me best
show&tell personal things from...LIVEJOURNAL.
04/05/2012
AUTOTHOUGHTS FOR THE DAY i am freaking out today. i will never get better. i’m going insane (CATASTROPHIZING). i want a manic episode. i want to be able to focus instead of dwelling on how i can’t (discounting positives/black &white thinking?). i ruin everything (personalization). i am worthless. i am addicted to autopilot thinking. voids voids voids (labeling). the...
Planned Parenthood is on Tumblr!
plannedparenthood:
Planned Parenthood is excited to be launching our new Tumblr that’s all about sexual and reproductive health – bodies, birth control, relationship issues, “is it normal for this to do this?” type things. In the coming weeks and months we’ll be sharing what we know, answering questions, and just… tumblring.
We hope you like it! And we hope it helps.
not what i usually do but anyway...
the guy behind the deli counter at wauldbaums got a verbal whipping courtesy of me. first he says ‘you look like you’re being dragged around, like you’re not really here,’ to which i replied, ‘oh trust me i am present’. than he tells me to smile sometime. this triggers my agitation because i always want to kick the ass of anyone who says that to someone else. i...
the kids keep me occupied. december rolls around,
i lose it. i try to grab it.
blonde hair, brown hair grow so fast
the kids, i want to trim the dead strands
suitable presentable shaping diamonds out of rocks
the kids, my mother my sister our happy house is so messy
dementia, psychoses, depression, tourettes
my youngest describes everything with nouns,
nouns not concrete enough for me to...
seance
selfish cannibalistic gene. papercut. gene picks it away, picks it away
scenes from unknown movies angry father poetry 18 long years no soul to save
taking up space in a country where there’s plenty
how selfish of gene to dream of whiskey, rejection, angry father poetry
how desperate of gene to focus on black sheep feelings
bah-bah-bah-blahhh too ashamed to flock
gene, black parasol...
beautiful as a statistic: twenty two times the sun... →
beautifulasastatistic:
twenty two times the sun has risen and set and the world keeps growing without you fast. without you it’s 2012, and most days that is a large thing
there is no arm to cling to but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not to the world of men and women
when the world grows it
THIS IS PERFECT.
the sinking carnival-girls: babe, is a cosmic... →
bunnyisgirl:
resist-psychicdeath:
psychedelic fucking stringed instrument, Each one a sweet face and a suffering voice. Can you ignore the USA? Can you say “Fuck Them All”? Why don’t you bend the exact way you want? I only want you that way. I’ll miss you, Hope. Hope hope hope. Cross the county line,…
miligram powder if you want we’ll be resilient together
we’ll be art and refuse to leave have no fear of time build each other houses
part of the same body eyes the same color
tarnished and light, changing
half of me feels dead, unable to revive
it’s green and gnawing away at different paces
sleepy horus
sleepy horus laughs, laughs, laughs. the lengths you’ll go to! it’s all so funny
how i can’t seem to get up off the floor but i know you’re there
you’ve never cried,
you’re below the radar, it takes
so much strength to believe in you.
i’m void of awareness careless of awareness
all i want to know is where i go in ten minutes.
the days are scaring...
adjacent palms in the forgiveness of gravity that of the beds, the thinking the fuck its. girl rides a tail made of satin and feathers. boy is further up on a saddle. do the same things. confessions slowly pour out. they’re something to talk about. hope means believing your dreams can happen. i’m not kidding around when i say i want mine to
backbone the slug
slap! hypodermic needle! i’m branding a cassette tape
to my back, every fold remaining untapped
forced cupid chaotic, poor motor skills wobble
wobble toward a cheap thrill bang bang. i get down on my knees before i open fire.
i saw the new treehouse and my backbone, the slug crawling around the midnight scene
movement so lame crave for strings he can’t operate on his own
dragons...
talk to them about this.
moonless harlow, bless their souls, their mighty no-eye
they speak the same way
they quietly wonder
what’s the use through a magnifying lens
to desire is
to redirect cognition,
i’m shedding off layers of skin
little larva little larva marvelous and forgone.
there’s a zipper ripping under the house all i realize is how it makes no sense
sense does not exist,
butterfly...
void demolition
deflowered boys die for touch, like me
into the meditation of it all (them, maybe, unknowingly)
dreams are outweighing reality
pleasure is my secret key i would hang out on the lawn forever and heal your headache
i will be waiting in the meantime i’ll be singing cardancing and not discipling myself enough.
i will be waiting on the bunnies back. curious, by the shower curtain.
you, the...
amanda could deflower a zombie: Lipstick angel... →
resist-psychicdeath:
psychedelic fucking stringed instrument, Each one a sweet face and a suffering voice. Can you ignore the USA? Can you say “Fuck Them All”? Why don’t you bend the exact way you want? I only want you that way. I’ll miss you, Hope. Hope hope hope. Cross the county line, tell no one in the car…
auras
cherry the overfelt red is on overdrive. petit
mal grand mal, hooked on archaics;
unconscious with eyes open. your tongue shrinks,
you pink non believer
no faith, colossal faith, purgatory for us all!
see through past a veil, black floral decadence- my loveless death.
little death cessating death, whinnying with a whip.
“thou art not...
lagoon love song.
tease lifts her head slowly from a bed of leeches. she smiles and laughs. she perceives my worth by what i can do for her.
my first fox sighting pours out of her.
her headaches erupt when laying still in bed. so she floats above a school of fish, camouflage with the ocean.
sea urchin, snake-scaled siren.
i sit before her, after swimming naked. she sucks in my whole scent, slithers up my...
