Kodie Cummings

Having borderline personality disorder is being moved to intense emotion over the stupidest and tiniest shit, every single day, forever until you die.

I hope someday I get to meet Amy Lee in person so that I can tell her how much her music inspires me.

Just told someone that JD Vance, in his official vice presidential portrait, looks soggy

Wow, haha, sorry about that, I forgot that I existed for a few days, anyway, how are you?

I should make a playlist dedicated to being the black sheep of the family. It could be cathartic.

Other people may be cool but I make my psychiatrist worried about me 🔥😎🔥

My wife bought me the weighted bear from Build A Bear and it healed my soul. Their name is Roscoe and I love them.

I just realized that if my parents didn't want me to be non-binary then my dad shouldn't have let me watch Tilda Swinton as the Archangel Gabriel in Constantine.

Sometimes I think about the compassion it must've taken for Dr. John Gunderson to undertake his research into BPD, to define the clinical criteria and trailblaze the treatment at McLean Hospital, when everyone else saw us as untreatable. What a good person.

Borderline personality disorder is basically like laying on the ground crying out "I love you, I'm sorry, I love you" while everyone you've ever met stomps on you repeatedly and refuses to tell you why.

As someone with a handful of issues, I wish everyone who supports this "Make America Healthy Again" garbage fire a very eternally creaky left hip with no discernible cause.

Saw Sinners yesterday immediately before a horrible experience at the mental hospital, but that film has an amazing story and soundtrack and I might go see it again!

The real curse of borderline personality disorder is that I will always and forever love much more than I am entitled to receive in return. I carry all this pain all the time, and most days I feel like a lumbering revenant weighed down with the chains - but doomed to keep moving. Or some shit idk

I saw yesterday that my high school graduating class is having its 10-year reunion in September. I got really nervous for a minute or two, because what do I wear? What do I say? How do I deflect their pity?

Then I said to myself: BITCH YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE THESE PEOPLE. YOU'RE NOT GOING. STOP IT.

How am I? Oh, the news headlines on my Google News feed whiplash rapidly from Alcatraz to Met Gala to disco-dancing cuttlefish to drug money schemes and I'm starting to feel depressed about everyday life and the universe again, but other than that it's whatever. How are you?

"Do you have Ozempic mouth? Do you have Ozempic feet?" Do you have common decency? Stop obsessing over the bodies of people you don't intend to operate on or sleep with. It's a bad, weird, nasty look, and it's not cute.

Man, I wish more people were die-hard DC Comics fans specifically for the fact that I could yell at them about how disappointed Superman would be in their behavior. That's not very truth, justice, and the American way of you, STEVEN

If you need a brain break from the world right now, that's fair. Me, too. So tell me, friend: What's your favorite silly cat story? Do you have a fun memory from the month of May to share? How about a picture you've been sitting on for a bit? I'd love to hear from you!

How am I? Oh, I'm a tangle of mental illnesses in a poorly-fitted funeral outfit with clown shoes and a flower crown, but otherwise I'm fine.

"Have you tried regulating yourself better?" Have you tried not being a fucking dick?

Some people would rather remain so focused on other people's genitals, or other people's homes, or other people's thoughts that they can't see why they're a much bigger, badder, meaner problem than anything anyone else could do.

I think that it's very tempting to ignore the healing way that anger and spite show up in the recovery process. Recovery from many things, honestly. For me, in the process of healing religious trauma, anger and spite show up most days in thoughts like: "No, I matter, you bitch."

Purity culture is body horror, when you think about it a certain way.

Meteorologists: Weather is a science
Also meteorologists: Will it rain?? Will it snow?? Will fire and brimstone fall from the heavens and destroy the very fabric of reality??? Your guess is as good as mine!!!! Anyway here's a map

I wish I had the ability to hold and read multiple books at the same time so that I could absorb all the information I'm hyperfixated on simultaneously.

Does anyone know why cats like the bongos thing? Asking for my own curiosity.

My wife doesn't think I should get silly-looking eyes tattooed above my elbow scar but I just want to make a happy face with it since I can't permanently affix googly eyes to my skin.

Where have all the decent people gone? What does your average neighborhood non-binary lesbian have to do to get accused of witchcraft and heresy like the good old days?

I'm gonna get really real with y'all for a minute: It's bad out here. You have a right to be afraid. But you and I know something they don't - you're a badass. So am I. If you want to check the fuck out, you can't, man. You can't leave me hanging. Grow old with me and live to tell.

Anything stated as an official position of the Trump administration can be likened to the truth the same way that you might liken professional wrestling to the truth - they're on opposite sides of the chasm.