yeah it socks when circumstances put you in situations where you have to come to terms that maybe you wouldn't do the good thing. Growing in an abusive family I learnt to choose survival over 'doing good'. We were also poor so my brothers use to steal, and I learnt how to be incredibly mean. I'm unlearning the meanness at the moment but I'm still poor y'know? And not in the best situation in terms of housing so I'll stick to the survival for the moment
all strength to you, you were wronged by the world and you're still surviving and trying to be the person you want to be.
Yeah the new season is great and everything but I grew up (and am still) too poor to afford merch and now the ONE PIECE OF MERCH I WOULD SELL MY SOUL FOR GOES FOR $250 MINIMUM (without shipping) and now it’s probably gonna be EVEN MORE EXPENSIVE
i can't draw without a reference, and i can't really deviate from a reference. does that make me bad at art? was my creativity just beaten out of me from art schooling?
i think maybe i was already like this. making art is hard.
how does anyone make anything, lol. it requires so much trust in your own abilities, so much understanding, etc. it's so hard to do things when you don't have your full abilities
i'm gonna blame this on the DID, that i can't like. remember how to do certain things because the skills are locked behind certain alters.
—after Georgia O’Keeffe
Sometimes I long to be bone,
sun-bleached and clean.
Spine and shoulders undone,
my head so antlered
with worry at rest
in the desert’s warm hands.
Hip socket, an oculus:
look through to watch
the day moon float
across endless blue sky.
My body confuses me,
its layers of memory
and muscle, tensing
at any rustle in the brush,
my mind a clear night
hungry with owls.
Oh to be just one thing.
Not a town or a house,
not even the hearth
holding a clutch of cut wood.
Instead, a red canna lily,
a singular flame painting
the darkness. My only tasks
to burn and to breathe.
— Phillip Watts Brown, featured in West Trade Review (source)
Resist the storms, fierce and great,
In balance, we hold the weight.
Obstacles, we navigate –
And persist through life’s disputes.
-o0o-
Distractions flee as we fight,
Striving for what’s just and right.
Communities will unite –
Amidst trials that do emerge.
-o0o-
We can resist the control,
Of what seems a big, black hole.
As equals, we can console –
Together; we’ll make it…