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Here’s the general art style Chinese mountains are drawn in:

And here’s how some of them actually look:

to know the state of your loved

one’s dementia?

But I tried for two decades and survived chronic head pain but just fucking being forced to realize that just because something looks good does not mean it feels good. And the feeling good thing will matter more and last longer.

Long hair made me feel like i was in costume for other people. It annoyed me when i woke up and I was constantly aware of it. I hated showering or bathing becuase it would take so long to dry and I would get so cold and stay cold. I did not even realize all of these things were happening because it was overwhelming. I did not receive support from people irl I spoke to. Men especially seem to think one just gets used to discomfort. And I tried. Until I didn't know why I was trying. I was more uncomfortable than anything.

Grace, haltingly on the keyboard Rocky built for him: Wassup bitches. Fucking jazzed to—

When I turned 17, we ordered a cake at the grocery store for my party, as we’d done many times before. If you wanted something written on the cake you’d write it into a section of the order form. We requested, very simply, “Happy Birthday Courtney”. When we went to pick it up the day of the party, this is what we got.

The bakery employees had absolutely no explanation for this. The order form, attached to the box, very clearly did not contain any of those extra names. Whomever had done the writing was no longer in, so there was no one to ask how this had happened. The fact that the name ‘Juan’ is misspelled bewilders me to this day. (I’ve never seen ‘Miley’ without the E, either, but it’s believable that someone might spell it that way.) Did this cake slip in from an alternate universe where I’m one quarter of a set of Hispanic quadruplets? Dyslexic Hispanic quadruplets, maybe?

This cake became the focal point of my party. At least two of my friends regularly called me ‘Courtney Mily Jaun Pablo’ for years to come. My siblings and I still reference it sometimes, eleven years later. It is probably the funniest thing ever to occur at any birthday celebration of my life, and may well remain so for the rest of my days.

No One Like You

now, it took us a while to realise it meant "(there is) no one like you". at first, we all parsed it as a botched "no one like(s) you"