visual depiction of mental illness

As someone who is older than this fucking prick I just want to say, “Shut up, old people, this world does not belong to us. It belongs to the kids. And they overwhelming believe in inclusivity, diversity, freedom to be themselves, and freedom to control their own bodies. All of us old people are going to die and THE KIDS will win. As THEY SHOULD.”

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest

op i hope you realize the implications of making this around the time tamamo-no-mae, a fox spirit, broke out of her stone