I Was Furious At My Hands. At Myself. At My History. At My Inability To Do Anything With Those Hands.

I was furious at my hands. At myself. At my history. At my inability to do anything with those hands.

Victoria Chang, from Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief; “Dear Daughter,”

gay people are a SCAM invented to sell more fiction podcast

Sorry I displayed symptoms of my health disorder do you still think I’m fun?

That feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty.

Happy June 14th