The calm sighs that escape when no one is looking. The whispered prayers in crowded jams. The way you press your palms to your chest, steadying breath when the world feels too heavy. I honour the surrendering it takes to say, "I'm fine.” When you're anything but, and the courage it takes to cry-I do not know all the stories we women carry. But I know they run deep. I honour every one of them.
Aidi Basi
“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…
lol i hate today’s era of absolutely zero nuance takes. a friend didn’t behave exactly as you’d wanted them to? cut them off. a guy didn’t text you back instantly bc he has his own life? he’s just giving you breadcrumbs. doing something makes you uncomfortable? don’t do it anymore. someone isn’t instantly available for you? disinterest. just absolutist statements that often don’t apply to the multilayer situations of everyday life. like. stop. literally just stop it
“In the second chamber of my fourth heart down to the left of the third valve is the room I keep for you for me to think of you.”
— Lisa Olstein, from “Cold Satellite” in Little Stranger (via pigmenting)
a poem I wrote for Gaza :
How do you speak of a sacred earth beneath your feet,
Then sow seeds of sorrow where prayers meet?
Tell me, how does holiness reign in the land,
When mosques and churches crumble by your hand?
Where is the sanctity in smoldering skies,
In ancient trees set ablaze before our very eyes?
These silent sentinels, older than your lineage, burn—
How can you claim this holy ground, yet spurn
Its very essence with fire and fury unleashed,
Turning sanctuaries into battlegrounds, peace deceased?
How can you belong to a land you scar,
And still stand before it, claiming to bear its star?
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Do Angels Exist? A Google Search a Week off Antipsychotics, Dante Émile
I think it was put 10 million years ago just for cats
(Source)
Let me find out what the star burst is made of;
what sings shadows in the shade, love,
let me find out what color love is, dove.
Find the shape of god in your silhouette;
let me tender the torment of threat,
strangle sleep supine a striking sunset.
Let me hold my hunger for your halo;
grace my grave and gentle my glow,
let me bridge my bliss and bellow it below.
Ache in me my ashes asleep at the altar;
let me honor haste and humor holy halter,
frozen fallout to let the faith falter.
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