Pretty Sure This Is What We In The Biz Call Depression.

Is this traditional or do you have some mean ass texture brushes brother?

Alright ladies and gents, chapter 8 will be here when I wake up and post it tomorrow. It’s a long one. 💜

Sure sure.

Where to start though?

I have an astigmatism that’s been present since I was a very young child, it set me back developmentally in every way, as you can imagine, and they didn’t catch it the first time they did the elementary annuals in like, kindergarten. Because I started bawling during the exam. Full on, Pearl Fey admitting her guilt levels of bawling. Little baby me had the epiphany that I was SUPPOSED to be able to read the little letters, and was very distraught. The test administrators dismissed this as me being scared of the equipment, so they let me go without a proper exam. (New flash, I was not, actually, scared of the machines at all. Because I couldn’t fucking tell what they were.)

My astigmatism continued undiagnosed for like another grade, and I was practically illiterate (because it was actually like a 6 or a 7 in one eye, and then a 5 in opposite direction the other so I’m technically both farsighted and nearsighted, lmfao get owned optometrists) till they did it again and realized it was absolutely atrocious.

That led to me needing to travel for at least an hour to find an optometrist who had equipment that was small enough for a 6-7 year old. The first one we tried couldn’t get the lenses stand low enough to give me a proper prescription, and the seat could t get any higher. (Thank you shitty early 2000’s medicine, not accounting for pediatric cases)

They told me I might be able to get lasik to fix it when I was much older. I went in for a check up at nineteen, and asked about that promising technology, and despite drastic improvements in my astigmatism (at least one of my eyes should qualify assuming it was a treatable type, and I didn’t have an extremely rare kind of astigmatism). They took one look at my chart and looked at me and said “lasik is not an option for you.” So I guess I have some really rare astigmatism that science still can’t effectively treat.

My prescription is still not able to be made into contacts either, so- yknow it’s bad.

My lenses were so thick they’ve actually broken the frames I picked out within a week of having them once.

I must simply be an enigma to medical professionals everywhere.

On the bright side, I’ve always donated my lenses so kids my age at the time with my same issues would at least have glasses.

I also ate grass and a flower once as a child. Yes I know what the flower is now, no, it wouldn’t have done anything at all, but probably don’t go testing if random lawn flowers are edible.

I’ve chewed on pine needles before. They taste like… well, they taste like pine-nuts. But leafy. And cellulose-y

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I have this every time I have to wake for work. Why can’t I build stick and log shelters in the woods like I did as a child forage food for my family? That feels far more fulfilling to me than *gestures towards rampant end stage capitalism* this.

I would love to barter and trade for crafts, and I would love to have a job so intrinsically valuable to my daily life yet be allowed to have fun and goof off with my clan of chosen people like I was meant to. Instead I have to justify a comfortable existence with labor that isn’t even fulfilling, but is never ending and unchanging. Where is the challenge? Where’s the prize? The paycheck I can’t see half the time?

I made a post about how to spot mistletoe in America that has like, 2 notes.

Go look at it.

Under the mistletoe. Will they kiss? :DDD

I have no recollection of seeing a mistletoe in real life.

Me now wym

Me if I were a dog.

Now I know you did not just call that “magenta” fucking MAROON.

Clearly, someone hasn’t heard of the MYCK color wheel!

Magenta has blue content which is why it ends up not looking like a brownish glistening turd, maroon DOES NOT HAVE BLUE CONTENT AS IT IS A TRUE RED!

colors

JOKES ON YOU IVE ALreaDY DONE THAT

I PLAY STARDEW WHENEVER IM DEPRESSED FIGURE IT OUT FROM THERE

Like an old flowering willow tree. Full of wisdom and raw strength, and complimented with delicate whimsy the smooth flow of a mountain creek. Like the blooming orchids that cling tightly with their grasping roots to their lives.

Soft, resilient, and stubborn like the pillow moss that muffles footfalls in the forest. Tender and sweet like new spring blooms, and unknowable as the wind that rips through valleys.

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

One day this is going to be applied to like, a meteor about to collide with the sun or something, and people will somehow make an act of doomsday into a love poem about a doomed romance wherein both parties inevitably collide and their lives literally crumble as a result of their union. A union of death and utter destruction and one that is inevitable in that its temptation is too great to bear.

Humans can romanticize anything. And not like the fear of nature romanticism. We just want everything to kiss, I think.

well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object