I hate when you can't remember the name of a piece of art so try googling using increasing vague descriptions which makes your google history look like you're trying to search for p0rn like a boomer
[edit] FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT!
It's The Cursed Woman (La Femme Damnée) by Nicolas Francois Octave Tassaert
Recently went to the Night Vale live show dressed as the Glow Cloud again. I don't know if the heart breaker was there but if he was, he would have seen me as the outfit wasn't exactly subtle. But fuck him, I wasn't going to let him ruin Night Vale for me.
Not sure if the pills are working but I've just started a new role so that's def helped the mental health a bit. Turns out I can work on a team where I literally don't speak a word of the language but so long as I have a team, I can do it.
Might have hit pre-menopause, not entirely sure.
I'm alone, but it's not so bad. My brain has a great sense of humour.
Just keep scrolling, I'm just dumping here as I can't put it anywhere else
Facebook friend messaged me this evening asking if I've heard from the guy who broke my heart recently as she & another friend of his haven't been able to contact him for 6 months and they're worried. She didn't know what had happened between us.
I am not so narcissistic to believe that his absence online is due to me. I strongly suspect that his phone & laptop finally gave up the ghost and he's been unable to afford to replace either because he's broke.
But there is a part of me that actually hopes it is because of me. And I hope he is miserable.
"Don't be reckless with other people′s hearts, don′t put up with people who are reckless with yours."
Survived being at home & having to be in same space as brother: the anti-depressants have absolutely numbed me so felt nothing about it all.
The doctor has written me a referral for a therapist (ha ha, let's see if I can find one!) and just noticed earlier that she's diagnosed me with a depressive episode and PTSD.
Gotta admit, I did not see that one coming. In hindsight, yeah it makes sense but to actually see it in black and white is a bit startling. Aaaaaaand I have nobody I can really talk to about it so I'm posting here.
I've been told to come off the pills due to not sleeping through the night for 4 weeks so hopefully the emotional fallout won't hit me too hard. Or if it does, fingers crossed I've already found a therapist by then.
Inspired by the brave Ukrainian woman who told the invading Russian soldier “Put sunflower seeds in your pocket so that sunflowers will grow when you die here.”
I just heard my mom tell my brother, “when you die, you will go outside and garden until your father says you’re done” and it took me a second to realize that my brother was playing a videogame and this was not a theological discussion.