possum patio party

sometimes in order to heal i need to stop seeing and start falling into differently shaped holes through portals

you know when u were little and you didnt know how to type fast but you liked the idea of it so u would sit and just keymash a bunch of gibberish into a microsorft word document minutes at a time and then just sit back when u were done like :) …. before changing it all to wingdings

For some reason the addition of the nose in the last panel just kills me

i’m living proof that you can spend a lot of money doing “things that are good for you” (and you only) and still end up beset by sadness bc self-care can only work insofar as it is an avenue for building solidarity, community, networks of care. like, it’s incredible how much yoga i do and how well i feed myself for how utterly, stupidly sad i am. i told a friend i’d been going to farmers’ markets and cooking elaborate dishes and he said you’re living your best life! i snorted and said I Am Not! but if you’re gonna be pointlessly upset and anhedonic anyway you might as well also involve heirloom tomatoes and movement practices. those things are elaborate distractions from the fundamental dissatisfaction with myself that threatens to swallow me whole sometimes. self care doesn’t work if it starts and ends at the self.

The tRUTH