ant. | dark poet | skeptic | hopeless romantic
there is not only
but also
no man can do all that his mind requests.
his glory lies in how close he can come.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
this.
(Source: magicalraccoon)
Bodyscapes by Allan Teger
“I remember the moment that the idea for bodyscapes came to me. I was thinking that the shape and structure of the universe repeated itself at every level and suddenly I had the image in my mind of a skier going down a breast. this was it - the universe repeating its shapes - a body looking like a mountain. It was also an example of two realities coexisting. “
Might as well. ;)
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(Source: butdoctoriampagliacci)
So, I’m probably an Aspie.
“The test assesses five different areas.
“Autistic-like responses will show poor social skill, attention-switching, communication and imagination, and an exaggerated attention to detail.
“You scored 38.
“Scores over 32 are generally taken to indicate Asperger’s Syndrome or high-functioning autism, with more than 34 an ‘extreme’ score.”
Trans* pronouns
Trans* (and fluid) pronouns remind me of the times when I have played a female character in D&D, and all the other players continue to call me he/his/him, even when I am trying to play the role of a she/her/her. I would have to constantly remind them that, although I may appear male superficially, I am actually (at least today) assuming the role of a female. I can only imagine how frustrating it must be to deal with this situation daily — when in fact your ‘character’ is actually you, but people still can’t seem to adapt.
afraid of
somehow through the tireless rigour
of my mental squinch i flounder now
for a thought. a singular datum has
escaped me and i wallow in
the racking. its ephemeral form
flitters from the roiling past,
a vague once-was, a silhouette,
struggling to recede into periphery.
i toil in this neurotic purgatory
as my reeling reach unravels
any hope for peace of mind;
my sole intention to grab hold
of myself-hours-ago by dancing with
the feebly futile font of memory.
if i only could i’d leave
this shit behind me and get on
with the rest of my night.
i thought, maybe i’ll write a poem
about it. maybe i’ll tell the world
about it. maybe if i make something
come of it it won’t hurt so damn bad
that i am in this place
and i have been disgraced
that i am fragile
and i know as much as i try to think
otherwise that i will always be
fragile and i will never have
order in my life as long as i
am chained by a need for order.
i still feel like
shit and it’s
all because
a tiny trifle
flickered
on my brain.
but i don’t want to feel
this way so i try to tell my
self that IT’S OKAY.
and i try to convince my
self that i
mean it. and
maybe
if that would work i would be
okay.
but i still feel like shit
and i’m still uneasy
and anxious and restless
and such a mess.
i wish i could just
forget about it
i wish i could just
let it go and know
that IT’S OKAY.
but i’m so afraid of
i am so
afraid
of
08.23.12
i lose so much hair in the shower that i have genuinely no idea how i still have all my hair
(Source: itsvondell)
