“I was a lonely child. My parents found me difficult, not the child they had wanted. I was too intense, too physically awkward, and too quiet for them. My best times were outside with our dogs. Parents want to see themselves passed on in their children. It comforts them to recognize a twist of the head or a way of talking. If there are no points of recognition, if the child is genuinely alien, they do their best to feed and clothe, but they don’t love. Not in the transforming way of love.
So I learned to be alone and to take pleasure in the dark where no one could see me and where I could look at the stars and invent a world where there was no gravity, no holding force.”—Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry (via aprilwitching)
It’s hilarious that we live in a society that will shame you for how much sex you have and for the junk food you eat. Like, wow, how dare you eat delicious foods and have orgasms, you’re a monster. Enjoy your miserable life filled with pleasures.
I am so unaware of my face it’s ridiculous. People comment on the state of my face almost daily and every time I’m always confused at what they mean. Like, I’ll walk into a room and someone will be like “lol what happened you look disgusted af” and I’ll be like “… what? I just went to get food how can I be disgusted wtf” but apparently that’s what my face is saying to people at that moment??? Is my face even my face, I swear.
I have one of those. It’s not… that, it’s… tablets are not computers. They’re not supposed to be, they’re… supplements. Netbooks aren’t full-fledged computers, either, they’re just slightly more competent supplements. They’re not supposed to be worked as hard and frequently as I’ve worked Gilead these years and expected to continue performing at potential.
I know Gilead’s going to fail eventually. It’s living on borrowed time, really — every day it keeps working is an actual miracle.
It’s just… I wish its lifespan would extend until I secured an income good enough to get a new machine and let Gilead die in peace. (Which is. Not liable to happen. SS takes months just to process an appeal let alone give a court date…)
I wish other people loved fictionalized biographies as much as I do. There’s nothing that annoys me more than someone turning their nose up at a book or movie because it’s “historically inaccurate”. This is usually just self-congratulatory ego-tripping from professed history geeks and know-it-alls. There is a varying percentage of ALL history that is fictionalized. No account is 100% accurate. That’s why it is an account and not a fact. I love the combination of folklore and imagination and the magic that can occur with the right amount of ingenuity and embellishment. I think it’s amazing.
Yes! Comorbids, especially psychiatric comorbids, can make getting a correct diagnosis of autism hard for adult women. Often a therapist or doctor will diagnose a comorbid like depression or anxiety and stop there, assuming that once the comorbid is treated, the autistic traits will disappear, as if they’re somehow inconsequential side effects of the comorbid condition.
I’m trying to think of something to compare my current mood to (because apparently everything makes better sense in similes and metaphors)
it’s like… oh I got one
it’s like being 16 and waiting for your friend to sneak out of their house at nightfall so y’all can change into your ~real~ clothes and raise hell all night and dance with the devil and hope you make it back to your beds in your nice neat godly rooms before your parents come in to wake you up for Sunday mass
I was just on your blog and like a week ago someone said you're anti-sj. if you're anti-sj, what are you pro? (this is a legitimate question).
Anti-sj is kind of a term that sounds more extreme than it is and probably also doesn’t cover what most anti-sj blogs or people that agree with it are about.
We’re not anti social justice, or against help and equality or anything like that. We’re anti the aggressive counterproductive “pseudo helping” attitude that sometimes runs rampant on tumblr under the guise of social justice. It just became kind of easy to call the people against that anti-sj and most blogs ran with it.
So for the record, I’m not against social justice itself, I’m against the toxic and stupid tumblr brand. Let’s see if I can find a few examples real quick.
[safety is now discrimination]
Or that time that people running a blog all about how white people food is shit and stupid accidentally made fun of asian food on there and quickly apologized because you can’t insult asian food it was only garbage if it was white.
Or that time death treats were sent towards a innocent tumblr blogger who posted a photo of herself in a kimono because she was “culturally appropriating” despite if being a gift from her host family abroad.
Or that time that there was a news report about the death of a white 9 year old boy over racial bullying and people responded with “cry more white tears”
Or every single time when someone claims to be offended and it’s used as a excuse to bully or threaten everyone who opposes them. And then saying that you are silencing and tone policing if people object to hostile bullying behavior.
Or absolutely annihilating anyone over something offensive they’ve said in the past and deeming people problematic and trash because god nobody ever makes a mistake or says something wrong ever in their lives, right?
Basically the toxic attitude that isn’t helping anyone and has driven people away from good causes. No room for debate, questioning things isn’t allowed. Hiding behind social justice as a shield of immunity in general and abusing that. Seeking problems behind everything and using it as an excuse for abuse, aggression, restricting and bullying.
I mean technically I can go back and get it, the rooms are open all day on weekends like most shelters, but that’s… a break in the schedule I had already set in brain-stone for the day lmfao and WE JUST CAN’T HAVE THAT (once again: scumbag brains)