It’s so healing to wake up in a silent house and silently make your own coffee or tea and enjoy the beautifully intricate fullness of the morning silence while remaining calm and collected and unbothered by all outer and inner noise and it’s so low-key elevating and pacifying to rejoice in the silent atmosphere of your own house and just silently block the rest of the world…it’s a slice of heaven
Not actually comprehend anything happening right in front of them
heteronormativity is a hell of a drug
May I add:
Once on Facebook I mentioned getting married at a big mad max themed campout. One of the guys that regularly attends told me to take my wife to visit his camp for a drink. I told him my husband, actually.
And he then said “wow, I’m sorry, I’ve never met a girl named dave before! Now I’ve seen everything.”
This dude thought I was a girl name David before he thought I was a gay man. Straight people are wild.
ok but no one talks about how bad dissociation really is. there is nothing worse than taking a look out of your window and feeling like you are stuck in a fake reality. you don’t know where you are and you can’t get out of it. it’s like things are fading away, it’s like you are disappearing. people are robots. you are dreaming. you are stuck. you are not a prisoner in a fake world.
when you look at your body, you hope to feel something, but those are not your hands, those are not your legs, not your face, not you. who are you? look at the details in your face, your mouth, your eyes, who created all of these things? because it’s not you, it’s not real. you are not a person, you are something, a thought.
there is nothing worse than feeling like you don’t belong anywhere, not even your own body or your own place.
