Good Poetry Makes Me Want To Kill Myself But By Staying Alive

“why is this a disorder this is normal it’s just soci-“ girl what do you think the social part of the biopsychosocial model of psychology means….

if it were a social norm to scream to communicate and someone quietly waved instead they’d be disordered in that society.

“doesn’t that mean that disorders are all socially constructed?” no because autism and adhd (i know y’all are only talking about these when you argue this stuff…) have a biological basis AKA you have structural abnormalities in the brain.

“but maybe those structural changes are just a social-“ uh i mean if you want to call an abnormally small hippocampus that results in memory loss just a social construct you can…i guess

next time you’re thinking “it’s just society that makes me disordered” uh yeah that’s literally part of it. psychology is a social science. but also like don’t forget there’s biology behind it and there’s never one reason why you’re disordered, it’s a mix of genetics, cultural influences, nature v. nuture, etc…

Like the sunflowers shining up to the sun,

Or a bushfull of roses in bloom.

Like the dandelions dispersed and all done,

Or an open lotus under the moon...

One day I shall also grow and bloom.

ending a story in other languages

kurdish: “my story went to other homes, god bless the mothers and fathers of its listeners” (Çîroka min çû diyaran, rehmet li dê û bavê guhdaran.)

greek: “and they lived well, and we lived better” (και ζήσανε αυτοί καλά και εμείς καλύτερα)

afrikaans: “whistle whistle, the story is done” (fluit fluit, die storie is uit)

goemai: “my tale has finished, (it) has returned to go (and) come home.” (tamtis noe lat / dok ba muaan yi wa)

amharic: “return my story and feed me bread” (ተረቴን መልሱ አፌን በዳቦ አብሱ::)

bengali: “my story ends and the spinach is eaten by the goat” (aamaar kothati furolo; Notey gaachhti murolo) *means something is irreversibly ended because goats eats herbs from the root

norwegian: “snip snap snout, the tale is finished” (snipp snapp snute, så er eventyret ute”

polish: “and i was there [at the wedding] too, and drank mead and wine.” (a ja tam byłem, miód i wino piłem.)

georgian: “disaster there, feast here… bran there, flour here…” (ჭირი – იქა, ლხინი – აქა, ქატო – იქა, ფქვილი – აქა)

hungarian: “this is the end, run away with it” (itt a vége, fuss el véle)

turkish: “lastly, three apples fell from the sky; one for our story’s heroes, one for the person who told their tale, and one for those who listened and promise to share. And with that, they all achieved their hearts’ desires. Let us now step up and settle into their thrones.” (Gökten üç elma düşmüş; biri onların, biri anlatanın, diğeri de dinleyenlerin başına. Onlar ermiş muradına, biz çıkalım kerevetine.)

Human beings pass me on the street, and I want to reach out and strum them as if they were guitars. Sometimes all humanity strikes me as lovely. I just want to reach out and stroke someone, and say There, there, it's all right, honey. There, there, there.

Sandra Cisneros, Vintage Cisneros

kitty car 🐱

Clarice Lispector, from “A Breath of Life”, published posthumously in Brazil in the late 1970s

beep beep sometimes when you have been in survival mode for a long time the parts of you dedicated to Wanting Things atrophy and you forget how to envision a future that feels rewarding because you are busy with the business of staying alive, and it can seem like your life must be pointless because you can’t imagine any long term goals. sometimes even when you leave survival mode you can’t remember how to Want Things. that doesn’t mean you need to give up on having a good and fulfilling life, it just means that Wanting Things is a muscle you need to gradually strengthen. the part of you that has dreams and aspirations is still there, it just fell asleep, but if you wiggle it enough it can and will regain feeling. it’s okay to start small

Mona Lisa cat nest 😭

you wear an ancestor’s face