love when a mother asks if they have ever done anything to hurt you. ma'am, you will literally never be ready to have this conversation

what therapy do you think we can afford. what truths do you think you can survive

everyone clearly has a super normal relationship with their mother

Oh to be a medieval apothecary and have dried herbs in little jars all through my dimly-lit shop

maybe the emptiness in my chest is there to give me space to plant something better and feel it grow within me

it’s never a normal temperature anymore it’s always some fucking bullshit

i need fangs and heart shaped pupils. maybe horns also.

happy disability pride month to mean cripples, nasty addicts, people with down syndrome who arent nice and talk constant shit, wheelchair users that WILL run you over, autists that dont care and arent about to pretend to, people who lie to their psychiatrists, people that sit on the floor in public places with no benches, amputees that lie profusely about "what happened"; to the "noncompliant", the "drug seeking", the "mean", the "difficult" and the "undeserving", and so on and so forth, i love us all and we deserve the world actually mwah mwah

ohhhhh ok this body is putrid and decaying i get it