Dahlia P. D.

the thing is depression was never destigmatized the narrative just switched from “no one has depression you’re just using it as an excuse” to “everyone has depression you’re just using it as an excuse”

If you're ever worried about whether your writing is too self indulgent, I just want you to remember that Sharknado had 5 sequels. I'm only partway through watching Sharknado 6: It's About Time, but already they've traveled through time and ridden a pteronadon into a Sharknado so they could use the magic teleportation portal inside of it to travel forward in time to King Arthur's time, where they are currently battling a Sharknado full of fire-breathing dragon sharks with Excalibur, which is a chainsaw sword that calls lightning. You're fine. In fact, be a little more self indulgent if anything.

Is this a hallucination? Are you ok?

You can put down the shovel, bud. It's The Asylum. Every movie they make is like this. And was like this before Sharknado and will be like this long after, because that's the kind of movie the company makes. They were making terrible horror movies before Sharknado, with just as weird and ridiculous premises. Sharknado was never grounded (and if you think so, you must not have watched it), nor was it meant to be. The POINT of their movies is to be ridiculous. They literally named the company The Asylum because they knew they were gonna make "crazy" stuff. It's not the same as a serious first movie that jumps the shark in a sequel or something. The shark was jumped way before they threw it into a tornado.

I showed them to my mom once and she pointed at the kitten and said “petty theft” and pointed to the big cat and said “grand larceny”

let’s burgle with mama

I can't remember who said it but I saw a comment or tweet talking about hypocrisy that essentially said The Hypocrisy Is The Point. hypocrisy is power. it's the ability to set rules for everyone else except you. and if power is a virtue then hypocrisy is a virtue. it's why you never really get anywhere with "by your logic..." or "then wouldn't that mean...". it's not that they don't realize they're being hypocritical. they do it on purpose to prove that you have to listen to them and they don't have to listen to you

happy pride month from sápmi again!

what people don’t understand about how adhd is disabling is that it’s not just getting temporarily distracted from, like, school work or hobbies. it’s getting distracted/being unable to motivate yourself to go to the doctor, eat regularly, do hygiene tasks, etc. it’s not knowing when or how long it will take you to do something, ANYTHING, and in many cases that thing is taking a shower or keeping your house from turning into a biohazard. it’s about being fundamentally incapable of controlling your attention and focus on anything, even and especially things you need to do to survive.

I lost my disability lawyers cause of the executive dysfunction / distraction. It would be sad if it weren't just so funny

so last year during a period of intense suicidal depression i made this necklace that i always wear, right, and the thing is it's genuinely brought me a lot of comfort and relief and i've developed a strong sentimental attachment to it, to the point that i can inarguably state that it's had a net positive effect on my mental wellbeing. however i did now just have to stop to almost throw up laughing because i realised that i've succumbed to the amulet.

i don't like the way you people talk about addiction. i don't like the way you people talk about bpd. i don't like the way you people talk about eating disorders. i don't like the way you people talk about paranoia. i don't like the way you people talk about ocd and intrusive thoughts. i don't like the way you people talk about cluster b personality disorders. i don't like the way you people talk about autism. i don't like the way you people talk about disabilities. i don't like the way you people talk about lesbians.

its been 12 years

13 years

14 years

15 years

16 years

Loss is a dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17

God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour

you see you don’t get posts like this on twitter

every day at least once while on a walk i think to myself “it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour” and sometimes if i am alone i say it out loud