It’s Okay If You’re Not Alright Now. Things Will Be Okay Soon, And I Hope This Little Reminder Helps.

we are the daughters of parents who should not have had kids

I don't know why solitude would be a balm for loneliness, but that is how it always was for me in those days,

Marilynne Robinson, from Gilead

I hate that lung cancer is stigmatized.

My dear friend has lung cancer from secondhand smoke. He's 16.

Whenever he tells people that he has cancer, they react with sympathy. Then he tells them it's lung cancer.

Boom. No more sympathy. Just 'why did you smoke?' 'Did you vape?' 'You're a little young for that, aren't you?' 'Why do you have cancer?'

Fuck you. He's 16. He can't breathe. He's gone through chemo and every type of treatment under the goddamn sun. We goof off and act like kids and he has to sit down to gasp and choke for five, ten minutes.

I hate that lung cancer is stigmatized.

Fuck everyone who contributes.

a poem about stillness.

home, with expired film

i wanna say fuck you to anyone who shame disabled, chronically ill & neurodivergent people, especially homebound folks, for "spending too much time on their phone/on the internet/etc." when it's the only (Somewhat) accessible way for them to experience the world. many people don't get to get out much even if they want to because of their disabilities. shaming someone for trying to connect with the world, make friends and engage with hobbies in ways that are accessible to them is beyond cruel and unnecessary

“I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time.”

— Ann Brashares

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— Fiona Apple

yall ever just wanna cry