This Music Note Ain’t As Fun, This One For Dissociation

i have had to put great work into not trying to be bob the builder for a man that doesn’t even realize he’s the problem. it’s one thing for them to acknowledge they’re fucked up. after that they need to realize that they don’t have to be a reflection of the pain that was caused to them. i can deal with cold and standoffish, i can’t deal with lashing out at the slightest threat to their strong-face.

“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.

professors don’t teach you facts they teach you

✨concepts✨

and facts too but the transferrable concepts are the point

Throwback to that time that one of my lecturers told us that Google is free so he wasn’t just going to throw a bunch of facts at us, and I said (to my friends) ‘why are we paying for him to teach us if we can just be taught by Google?’ and then approximately ten minutes later had to take it back, because Google would not have BROUGHT A PLASTIC TAKE OUT BOX FULL OF DEAD PARASITIC WORMS INTO THE LECTURE THEATRE AND STARTED SHOWING THEM ROUND AND THROWING THEM ABOUT

if u want to

I hope we meet again in another life…

its true ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚