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trying hard to push against the want to just give up. Money just feels more and more pointless as each day passes. I feel buried.

I’m off my Paxil because we got to spend some time with family our age without parents and expectations around us and we extended our stay two days so the emotions have been a lot but— I’m glad I get to feel them here.

Thanks for caring for me.

I live in my body, but an enemy lives here too. It’s not the enemy you think. It’s not my dysregulated nervous system nor the scars on my arm. It’s the language that is forcefully, painfully kneaded into my wounds. A language steadily finding its way into my blood, a language that condemns me to my body, submits me to my instincts, reduces me to my nervous system, restricts me to my skin, defeats me before I reach the doorway to my bodily home. It is a language that speaks the cruelest words as the most passive and casual truth. It is a language that gestures its offense at the mere sight of me. It is a language I see on social media posts and headlines everywhere. It is a language that lunges at me, rips me apart, loads me into a gun, and uses me to shoot an unsuspecting stranger. Reduced to insults, hypothesizing, speculation, hateful diatribes, nothing left of my body but the language. I have no idea if my wounds are real. I only know them from the language I hear. My wounds have an effect insofar as they are made to matter through language. The language of hate. The language of disgust. The language of grief and shame. The language of aggravation and desperation at the ceaseless scuffle on the threshold of my body. Language writes onto my wounds like gory tattoos—fascination and offense at my wounds articulated on my bodily home. It eats me, and I have learned both to battle and pacify it. I am skilled in both combat and as a nurse. I have to be, for an enemy lives within my wounds, inescapable, seemingly inevitable, bound in every moment. I am a fugitive and a warrior, a mending force. My body is a home of profound vulnerability, but it is also the home to an extensive language, a language that turns my vulnerability into a weapon against me.

i wrote a kind of prose poem to close out the section “Vulnerability” in my essay,

“Incongruence, Vulnerability, Courage: Imagining Personality Disorders Otherwise”

Learning US history didn't make me hate white people. It made me hate racists. I feel like if you've got some sort of personal shame, you haven't fully committed to destroying white supremacy.

I feel like garbage and I have no schedule but life is kinda ok. Despite the horrors- I love

thank you for this

Spyro the Dragon simply created the most optimal art style for a 3D game and we were fools to demand more polygons.

I miss independence so badly, but I don’t miss living so far away from everyone. all of the nightmare aside, im glad we ended back up in such a seemingly safe state for queer folk in comparison to where we were.

I really hope I get to have a place again one day- hopefully near familiar faces.

Thank fuck ;;;

rolls

:3

Game screenshot of wolf resting on island

wolv

If you're not doing everything you can to help your friends, what's the actual fucking point? If you're not going out of your way to do good, what the ACTUAL fucking point.

I'm gonna be honest as fuck. black and brown people end up as victims of systemic violence within the US on a wider scale that is deplorable forever since this country's conception, especially with black Americans. and I will be honest, white liberals and leftists will see this violence, get rightfully upset, but move on. but when another white person is wrongfully murdered and tried by the system those same people will focus more outrage towards that. "they will target all of us now" is a statement made out of privilege if you don't consider the lives of black and brown people as equal. second paragraph: anything to wake up people but it's just sad that my so called "allies" are realizing how dire this violence is when it only begins to affect **THEIR** lives. the average experience of a black American is facing racial trauma since Early childhood then and there. you will learn that people who supposedly have your back don't actually fucking care unless they are thrown to the wolves as well, despite you being thrown to the pack as early as being in your parents womb.

thoughts.

ICE isn’t bad because they’re doing a bad job at something that is necessary. it is that they are wholly unnecessary, and their function is evil.

Play with me! I’m in here :3 discord.gg/NvbBGzPc

we JUST tossed ours out. We buy them at stores and put them in a glass of water- we were planning on planting it but never got to it

Path of Titans!

felt..,,,

Gently, some of y’all have got to recover from being called “weird” in high school and start blocking people instead of trying to convince them you’re not. Be weird and distance yourself from the people who are too embarrassed to be weird themselves.

Update: it was great ….. need to try a better quality bc what the fuck have I been missing out on LOL.

I actually felt connected to my body and mind and surroundings

Ty for this

All cozy in bed playing games :3 gon a hop on wolf server once it kicks in

I’m trying mushrooms tonight I’ll keep you updated here

biigggg fan here too

rrr this year is gonna be good. It’s gotta be.

:3 I JOIN U SOON

happy new year ♥️

Pokemon rumble spheal casting a spell The text says "WOOSH. YOU WILL NOW HAVE A GOOD 2026" happy new year

No one chooses to be disabled or chronically ill.

It’s not a moral failing.

People blame the disabled because it makes them feel morally superior.

They can tell themselves it’ll never happen to them.

It can happen to anyone. It’s a minority group you can join at any time.