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Where does all this pain go when I’m through with it? Does it get redistributed to other people? Am I just one defense holding back this pain from unsuspecting others? No I don’t think so, I am no more a hero than you. But I do ask if this hurt must be redistributed please give it to at least three people, please make sure no one else is burdened to the same extent I have been.
I have a connective tissue disorder so I don’t really work out because it’s really painful. But I do stand to failure which means I stand up until it hurts too much. My favorite part is when my knee bends the wrong way and I have to immediately move or else it will fully dislocate. I also just never want to take being able to stand and walk for granted. Often times people’s conditions worsen over time so use it while you got it yk.
I’m actually like really bonding to the song Next Semester by twenty one pilots. The song talks about getting hit by a car as a form of suicide which was something a friend of mine attempted in high school. I didn’t learn about it until a year later after he had actually been hit by a car on accident. He was afraid walking on cross walks for a long time after that because it felt too close to the cars. He’s doing well now and we don’t really talk anymore, but it’s just something I can never forget.
Reblogged
I long to look at you with eyes unburdened by motifs and color palettes. Like a child who’s never been to a museum; free from any movement or place. I long to have no words for what I see in you.
The idea for this one was because I got a brief glimpse of a young boy admiring his mom get dressed in my head. And what I liked about that idea was that a child has no concept of what makes things pretty like shading or colors but yet they know what beauty looks like. Beauty is held not in what mode it’s being conveyed in but rather because beauty is pervasive and innate to us. The last line is a hope of one day being able to leave style behind and admire beauty in its present moment like a child does.
I’ve said this online before but I think the Voynich manuscript is a book of shadows/ a grimoire. I think it’s written in code out of fear of persecution or because of spiritual prepuces. It’s likely only one person could read it and that’s who wrote it, someone with a vague understanding of linguistic structure. No matter what there’s magic in that book!
There is nothing more devastating to my little autistic brain than being a part of a fandom that either doesn’t exist or revolves around media that’s heavily censored in most of the developed world. None of its in my native language and I’m going to get so many viruses trying to pirate things to feed this addiction.