#vulture's vents

[schizo-vulture]

there needs to be actual help for schizospec and psychotic people. i'm tired of calling up hotlines for help and getting told "oh but you know it's not real right?" "oh that's what depression feels like, it's common" "do you need me to send an ambulance?"

i need help through the moment, not someone dismissing me and asking if i should go to the hospital over a temporary spike in symptoms

[bl00dyprince]

[carrionhearted]

There’s such a widespread ignorance regarding vulture culture. Yet there are sooooo many wildly varying groups of people who connect over it… pagan folk, indigenous peoples, biology nerds, goths, country folk, artists, archaeologists, general nature lovers, entomology nerds, zoologists… the list goes on.

I love bones, I love the stories they tell, I love getting to hold and examine and clean and identify them, I love getting to KNOW them. I love getting to give them a warm place to rest. I love keeping that piece of them alive and loved. I think that’s what people don’t understand about vulture culture.

We don’t collect dead things because we’re twisted sickos who enjoy suffering??? We do it because some core part of our identity connects deeply with nature and life’s cycle— and because we have an immense appreciation and respect for every stage of it. I myself am pagan, that cycle is so central to my practice/ beliefs. I am also autistic, and my special interest happens to be vulture culture. Just because I collect and preserve the dead doesn’t mean I’m going to like… bite? Idek what people expect. I just want to talk about osteology and give you cool animal facts. I can introduce you to my bone collection, I can tell you each animal’s individual story- I take care to remember them all.

You look at the dead and see suffering. I look at the dead and see what once lived, what grew, I feel so proud of them for that, I see their beauty, their worth even when they’re grotesque and withered. I witness a step in the ever-marching cycle of life. Just because it’s unsightly to you doesn’t mean it’s undeserving of love. There is no life without death, and so I worship death as I do life. When you die, you will rot, and THERE IS BEAUTY IN THAT!!!!

[redlettermediathings]

[androgynousphilosopherbluebird]

[eonian-nightmare]

Today I read the Gaiman Vulture article and cried. My heart broke for the victims, and I felt dirty because the onset of my career was heavily tied to Gamain as my graduating paper for my literature degree was a psychoanalysis of his work.

Also today i found out my university database had been updated recently, they no longer had my paper on file, the copy on my computer is corrupted and the drive link i used in the past to send it to anyone had expired. The only copy I had of it was a printed copy in my physical portfolio.

Today I burnt that paper.

[eye-of-enigmatic-thought]

And I called to Angels to take me away But demons replied, "No, you have to stay"

Another Mani vent art, I'd rather not talk about this one. It's probably not what you think it is, do keep in mind Mani is not the most reliable narrator.

[paxthepuppycat]

Pax Vents :(

Sometimes it’s so hard having a human body but an animal mind. Especially a birds mind. 

My vulture instincts stress me out sometimes so much that I have shift panic attacks, if that’s a thing. I can tell it’s going to rain, I feel it in my feathers. My wings try to get me off the ground, but I can’t fly. I’m so stressed out, I need my mate, I need to be in my nest, I don’t feel safe. I feel as if I stay here, in school, in America, I could die. The rain isn’t fit for my feathers. I need to be high up, back in my nest, on my eggs. My wings are tired of trying to get this body off the ground. They crave for the warmth of my mate as we cuddle in our nest. They crave to teach my chicks to fly. They crave to spread and fly over the blue seas. 

Being in this building isn’t my home, my home is so far away. I just want to go home. 

I’m honestly thinking of getting myself a chick or cub because my mother instincts have been so strong lately. I crave to keep my cubs or chicks close.

If anyone can relate or has anything to say please reblog or send inbox things for me TwT /nf, pos, gen

[mythologicalcycle]

porter is this seasons loose duke no i will not elaborate

[chemistfail]

A hit and run

[schizo-vulture]

me trying to comfort a friend: if you get a bad thought, replace it with a good thought. a good thought for every bad thought!

me realizing i might have ocd: oh.

[rosesradio]

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[linkedin-corp]

anyway ignoring my current topic of rambles i love living in a household with people that dont really care about me as a disabled person so ill just be going around the house while nobody is home and doing fun activities like "scavenging for the food that was made while i was busy working in my room and i wasnt told about"

[bee2iinmybraiin]

My cat got out and has been missing for like 5 days 😭 when he’s gotten out in the past he usually comes home within the day 😭😭😭 I live in a really rural area so I’m so scared a cougar might have got him. Maybe he’s stuck in a tree, maybe he just had a heart attack and died where we can’t get to him. He isn’t even old he’s like 12. I’m so scared.

I’ve notified shelters and vet clinics in my town about his appearance and situation, I’ve sent Facebook posts out to neighbours, posters, the works. I was out for 2 hours hiking in the woods looking today. If anyone has any other ideas of what I can do please let me know.

[probably-lawrence]

cw self harm vent

started cutting again. i don’t really know why, but i just wanted to cut into my body. i’ve been depressed and dissociative lately so that’s probably a contributing factor, but i just craved the feeling of slicing into my skin. i’m not really a masochist, i don’t really like the pain and i hate how it feels afterwards, but something compels me to just. cut. but i worry about other people’s opinions and assumptions of me if they saw the cuts. thankfully it’s getting cooler out so i can cover up more easily.

[irradiatedvulture]

Finally drew something