My-ugly-organs - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

Teresa Margolles, Vaporization, 2002 — a room filled with disinfected water vapor from cleaning bodies in morgues in Mexico City — part of the exhibition Mexico City: An Exhibition about the Exchange Rates of Bodies and Values, MOMA PS1, Queens

Preserved animal art by GrizzlyMacabreInc on Instagram

*Animals are sourced responsibly and are not killed to make this art!

TBD (to be discovered)

I've been living in some of vacuum lately, keep feeling myself slipping further away from myself, from this world, from every living thing around me. I'm falling and I don't know what to hold onto anymore.

Help me, I'm afraid.

I don't feel better after crying and the dark feels kinda light lately. Like it's nothing anymore.

There's voices in my head and I don't know how to explain to them that I do want to keep living. My feet wander and I don't think I like where they want me to go.

I'm afraid.

it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

i NEED you to remember this: you are allowed to be angry at your doctors. you are allowed to be furious. you are allowed to be mad at your nurses and technicians and neurologists and psychiatrists and medical assistants. they are not god. they are human beings and they work in a system that wears them raw, and that is unfair, but it isn't an excuse to treat you badly. i'm not necessarily saying you should throw a brick through the window of their car, but you can, should, must be angry with them for ignoring you, demeaning you, dehumanizing you, dismissing you, acting like you're lying, talking only about your weight, failing to acknowledge you past your symptoms, etc etc etc. you are an equal to your doctor. you are a human being and so are they. do not treat them as beyond reproach. you are allowed to be angry at your doctors.