kate

i just became a brand ambassador for a 1,000 year old sacred grove

who tf is adam parrish

thinking again about vampirism as disability

what if you slept all day and woke at night, lonely and frustrated. what if you couldn't go to social events, or even mundane public spaces like stores. what if you couldn't see the sun. what if you couldn't go to the pool, or the beach, or the creek. what if you couldn't eat what everyone else is eating. what if you couldn't eat at all. what if your basic needs came at the cost of your loved ones' quality of life. what if you became agitated, confused, maybe even violent if your needs weren't met. what if people blamed your behavior on demons, or worse, your own inherent evil. what if people saw you as a threat to your own community. what if the default response to your suffering was either indifference or violence. what if people thought you were better off dead, that you no longer count as human, that they're doing you a favor by letting you disappear. what if people assumed you must somehow deserve all of this. what about that.

It's kind of impressive that Tumblr still has the same broad atmosphere as always after all this time, but I do miss when it was more populated because there's really no other online space that feels so full of weird, fun, creative women just posting straight from the gut. Instagram is woman-heavy but it feels like posting is everyone's job there. Bluesky is more of a news feed for guys workshopping their current events tight five. Something wild and free about this place.

[visibly so upset and unsure how to deal with it that as a manifestation of repressed grief my skin is starting to peel itself in thick, curling slabs off of my bones, turning me into a chrysanthemum of sinew and joints and flapping ribbons of meat, my vocal chords shattering under the weight of not walking into the woods and screaming] haha idk i just havent been sleeping well lately i guess?

Not watching another episode unless they bring my dad back to life or make my boys realize they’re undying love. Preferably both.

i must not stir the pot. stirring the pot is the notifications-killer. participation in the discourse is the little-death that brings total activity obliteration. i will face the bad opinions on the internet. i will permit them to pass over me and through me. and when they have gone past, i will turn the block button onto their source. where the discourse has come from there will be nothing. only i will remain.