Synfulrants - Patron Saint Of Roses

Catherynne M. Valente, from The Bread We Eat in Dreams; "The Red Girl," published in 2013

“what’s your dream job” im so glad you asked. picture this. i am the lone employee of a strange and mysterious tchotchke/bookshop in the middle of nowhere, full of fun and interesting things that i am allowed to take for the low low price of free of charge. i get one, exceedingly interesting, customer per hour. i work no more than twenty hours a week and am salaried 3 million dollars

DID is like a teleporting + time travelling "superpower" sometimes

like whoa 5 minutes ago i was at my partners house now im in my room on my pc confused as hell but going w it for "the vibes"

as soon as the internet decided depression and anxiety were the everyman mental illnesses and therefore not to be taken seriously we were all fucked tbh bc the fact that i have to feel embarrassed to admit i have debilitating anxiety because people will think im just an uwu dont call me out coward is ridiculous. its insane that i have to clarify that my depressive episodes are like life threatening and not whatever dipshit dumbed down idea of depression people seem to have like oh yeah i just wanna watch netflix and eat ice cream and not text people back. like bro i think im the devil

who can relate

Dance as an act of rebellion. Dance as an act of joy.

Maybe I don’t have anxiety. Maybe I’m so scared all the time on account of it all being so scary.