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I'm giving myself one year. If in one year I still want one of those I'll get one. I'll get it somewhere hidden (not arms, not legs) & I'll tell everyone a different story about who "nanaqui" is so that no one will ever know. One year.

#when this reblog happens it will have been a year #reminder to make your decision & then look for a tattoo artist (or not)

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I accidentally butch-nodded at the local Old Lady Who Looks Out The Window so... everyone please welcome the newest member of the lesbian community

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exhausted, so I've turned to tumblr to try & organise thoughts. hello to people I haven't interacted with in a while & sorry I vanished! I'm not gonna go back to my main just yet bc I'm tired of fandom but I'm here. ish.

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as soon as my new checkbook is here I am running to the library to pick up the volume of Anaïs nins journal containing her 3 month affair with artaud & we might find out more than we ever wanted to know

#this is what happens when two horrible horrible people have a torrid affair: people pay money to read their accounts of it #antonin artaud tag

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it's a bit rich for psychiatrists to be labeling people non-compliant left & right when they're the ones who have to be hounded 24/7 for everything -- prescriptions, letters, appointments. they never. do. anything. I'll just say it, my psychiatrist is non-compliant. fight me

#losing my mind a little because top surgery is so close I can almost taste it #the story of the surgery

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Electric Power Lines

Fu Baoshi

1954

#already reblogged it but it's still as relevant if not more #documents spreadsheets and inventories

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wieso muss man sich beim psychiater eigentlich immer so dumm stellen?

#kann ich denn was dafür wenn du dich immer so schnell bedroht fühlst? #I will probably never recover from having read my psych ward medical files

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why do literally all psychiatrist offices look like they may or may not be abandoned. whats up with that. you come in & there's no one there. it smells like it was last inhabited in the 70s. there's broken windows, dead plants & magazines from 2003. how am I supposed to "become normal again" when I have to spend one hour a week doing urbex while a guy in an armchair stares at me in silence?

#never been to a normal psychiatrist office & that's bc THERE ARE NONE

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thanks man

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today we beg the sorcerer for a top surgery letter! shitting myself etc etc

#it'll be okay. it'll be fine. #the story of the surgery

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L’ombre d’un poteau électrique, Perpignan, octobre 2018