Like the lifting of a gauzy veil, the sanguineous sun rose above the low coastal fog. The pastel colors — rose, magenta, tourmaline and cool blue — of that all too brief silvery sliver of time between the shroud of concealing night and the harsh revelatory light of day, slowly evaporated in the warming solar glow. I moved to various positions amidst the dunes and photographed the slow drama of sunrise as the landscape slowly began taking on the familiar desert hues of orange, ocher, sienna and umber. Stopping, I closed my eyes and could feel the warming of that 93 million mile distant orb and was thankful that yet another day could be greeted. #clayhausphotography #oman #oman🇴🇲 #sandunes #dune (at Wahiba Sands - Oman) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmx2yZsugBl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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[cw suicide] having alters is so weird. I'd say it's like being a family but only in the way that some of us are connected by nothing but biology. it's hard living your life with intrusive voices who say hateful things or tell you to kys every time something goes wrong. it's hard when no one's fronting and your body doesn't work and everything feels blurry. it's hard never knowing who you are, but noticing that one day you love punk rock and the next day it's the worst thing you've ever heard and you don't understand why your playlists are full of it. I feel like my sense of self is made of sandunes, always shifting, always giving way beneath my feet. it's hard trying to sleep after a day of barely holding it together and being cofronted by a small child who's scared of the monsters under the bed. and a baby who was left to cry themselves to sleep who's desperate to be scooped up and saved from their fear. and then there are the alters whose only motivation seems to be terrifying me and convincing me I'm posessed??? maybe they're gatekeepers trying to stop me from prying and figuring out who everyone is and how it all works but I'm just so exhausted of dealing with it all.
also WHY?? what happened to me??? and how did no one know?? how do I not know?? there are things They don't like me thinking or talking about and it creeps me tf out