The biggest saving grace I feel I've done is to get into death positivity, to learn to appreciate death. It's definitely not going to help for many, but I have found that not stigmatizing my own interest and desire for death has greatly helped. Being able to interact with death not as a punishment, but as a way to express humanity has been truly what has made me feel more human. I no longer want to feel ashamed of this aspect of myself, and it's made me want to live. Death has done unto me life.
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It would be so hot if we said, "if I'm looking at you, you have to stop" a sudden cue that means you hold still, pressed into me just as you were, as long as I hold eye contact. And you're pinned, overwhelmed and unable to pull away, until I close my eyes again and can't see you anymore.
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Maybe it's just me, but part of why I never really felt completely secure in being public about my own artistic endeavors was how... being proud of yourself in any capacity for any reason is almost a faux pas, if that makes sense.
I've noticed how it's almost expected to perform the air of humility, but is that humility? Is it humility to say, "Oh, I'm sorry for clogging your feed with my awful art" or anything to the effect of self-deprecation?
I think that's why I so often gravitate toward those who make "bad art." There's a sense of freedom that is only achieved with the level of hubris that being unashamed in the number of people who hate your art. I wonder, though, how many people don't hate the art as much as they hate that they can't chastise the artist into humility, into recognizing how "terrible" an artist they "actually" are?
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Was ranting to my ex about this stupid humiliating scenario I've found myself in at school because I tried to have a heart to heart with my misogynist professor about sexual harassment, and ex asked me how this even happened, so I told him it all started because my professor told a female classmate that women are harder to work with than men are, and then my ex was like "...but he probably had a scientific explanation for why he thought that way" 🙉
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when I was 14 or 15 I went to my therapy appointment and was like ‘yeah I had a pretty decent week actually, I got an Edgar Allan Poe bobble head figure’ and my therapist was like ‘OH my goddd he would have HATED that you know that’s so sad hahaha’
ok hater WHO CARESSS let me have my moment!!!!!! I haven’t been happy about anything in months let’s remember why we are both in this room!!!!!
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