thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
transphobes be like: “i inCISt you stick to the gender binary”
“Never make fun of someone’s passion because that’s the thing that saves them from the world.”
— Unknown
“We all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss.”
— Paulo Coelho
When Oscar Wilde said ' I'm tired of myself tonight, I should like to be someone else' and when Sylvia Plath said ' I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart'
if i get bored from doing the same thing for an hour (at most), how do you expect me to inhabit a body for several decades???
I want to be heard, but I have nothing to say. Know that I am here, even if you don't hear me. Listen to my shouts from the rooftops as I sit in my room. The sound of my screams through the door I keep locked. Please, hold my hand, as I push you away. I want to be heard, but I have nothing to say.