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Beauty makes promises that beauty cant keep. I've seen it too many times.

— Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger

— WISŁAWA SZYMBORSKA, translated from the Polish by Clare Cavanagh & Stanisław Barańczak.

“A cage went in search of a bird.”

— Franz Kafka

“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…

Scrolling through Tumblr like I’m searching for pieces of me.