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mental illness update: still mentally ill

Relationship goals ♡

My idol

This will never not be funny.

a hero for the ages

This is poetry

It is a chronic illness 🥺

It's a sexuality

i live inside myself, screaming as loud as i possibly can, waiting for a quiet to come so i can be heard. driving under bridges in the rain. i taste rebirth, i taste you, i taste dirt, i taste god. i think i am speaking now, although sometimes im not so sure. tell me my love, is this real? am i here? hold onto it.

Tell me a soft memory

My oldest brother is 10 years older than me.

When I was in first grade, he took me shopping for new school clothes — which was huge because, as the youngest of six kids, I lived in hand-me-downs.

He bought me a little navy blue, polka dot dress with a Peter Pan collar and red alphabet buttons. But, on picture day, I lost one of the buttons on the playground. I had a total meltdown because my brother spent his own money to make sure I had this new dress and I ruined it. I was a mess, totally inconsolable.

My teacher was also the mom of one of my brother’s best friends. She told him, and he, my brother and the entire football team searched the playground after practice for my lost button. Which they actually found.

My brother sewed the button back on himself in the car all while trying to explain that he wouldn’t have been mad even if I did lose it.

It was just a button and a dress.

But I did have one of those little red alphabet buttons sewn into my wedding dress.

if we could read minds I still don’t think we’d understand them.

like I’ve spoken to people who think in images, who have to translate each thought into words before they communicate. and I think entirely in words, laid out across the void inside my head. my father’s thinking is 3d, concepts structured in ways that are incredibly difficult to translate into words. and how would that look to me, if I could see into it? how do I perceive a thought that my mind cannot contain by the nature of their construction?

we all speak a private language to ourselves and we are always translating so we can speak to each other…don’t touch me I’m emotional

“my nephew may look dangerous..”

to WHO?

dangerous WHERE?

by josemostajo

#iconic

Shout out to bisexual men and women who are in a heterosexual relationship. Remember you are valid.