I got one of those binders that zips on the side recently, but I've been having to keep it undone since I've had trouble breathing. I don't think it's because of that since I've always been like this, even when I was little. The binder is mainly there for some sort of comfort even if it's not doing anything. Earlier I felt the unzipped seam, like a gash torn into in my side. It reminded me of Ada... » Continue Reading
I just saw something on how to crystallise things and it honestly made me a little sad that I don’t have a partner or anyone to make things for. I haven’t found myself wanting something like that in a while, but the ideal of seeing someone happy from giving them a crystallised flower or shells sounds so nice. Maybe I just want a good friend I can give gifts to without it being seen as romantic, bu... » Continue Reading
Sometimes I think of how thin the line between body horror and love can be. The poets write about peeling back ribs and eating each other’s hearts, but it’s only love because it’s gentle. Any other context and it’d be disturbing. In a sense I can’t handle pain, and there’s a certain aching risk you have to submit yourself to in order to feel affection. It’s terrifying. » Continue Reading