that james baldwin quote where he says, “it took many years of vomiting up all the filth i’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before i was able to walk on the earth as though i had a right to be here.”

the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this

not again

saying “hm. must be the curse” every time something bad happens and refusing to elaborate is my new hobby

getting better but also becoming worse. u wouldn't get it

you have a wound that will never heal? me too! actually it's gradually widening and expanding, consuming more of me with each passing day [props my chin in my hands and smiles at you] at what point do you think i'll become the wound itself and not simply the bearer?