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The history that binds me to my person is actually so limiting nd sad I’ve been conduit to so much aggression from so many people basically strangers in my life that has created so much distance between me and other people because I’m literally always on edge that the next slap is coming around some corner. I do believe I’ve eliminated the parts of me that invite violence but I’m honestly too tired to start over at this point in my life. Too tired. Too lazy. Too isolated. I do sometimes think the only option is escape but i fetishize transcendental assimilation too much to give up existing in my skin. Blessed to have the people who love me but sometime I wish no one knew me
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Keep oscillating between striking heel first and ball of foot first when I walk and I can’t figure out which i like better and the way research is futile because the discourse is trapped in its own microcosmic culture war the internet is dead
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Started making my first arizona ankle foot orthoses at work this week hard to get the burr off the plastic inlay but it’s nice to feel like I’m actually making soemthing. /)/)/$ so sick of the neurosis of repair honestlyz I’m really on board with repairing your shit and there is something humbling and honest about working at the cobbler but I can’t deal with the clientele they’re all so stupid it’s so disturbing to experience how disconnected people are from their objects it’s seriously so depressing. So weird how upset people get with me when they don’t know what they want like they get embarrassed or something because I ask them a basic question about what they want me to do with their stuff. Also lots of old men come in and they complain about us having a surcharge in card and it’s like lol ok go and get cash out then?
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Militancy as a cultural strategy works, but at what cost
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Could a diva rise through the ashes and usher in the new age already
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Wo sind die Tränen von gestern abend?
Wo ist der Schnee vom vergangenen Jahr?
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