A poem is the defrost button.

When the wrapped packet sticks to your fingers, when the blood drips on the kitchen floor of the status quo, then doctrine remembers it once had a pulse.”

Dorothee Sölle “Breaking the Ice of the Soul” 1989

suibari bot i know this is your nature but maybe we can criticize a little as a treat

if you see me on E line yes i did no i didn’t if i rode it yes i am

the obstacles are the path

like i am just wondering

i remember it being so bad in school to the degree that i couldn’t be comfortable in class and would have to go hide and cry while laying down and needing to like tense my muscles in a fetal position to make it bearable 😫 & part of me still feels like damn… what insane typa drugs to give to a child

i am always so interested to hear about people’s anecdotal pharmaceutical experiences,, i had avoided medication for a long time because of those experiences

weight gain is pretty much a universal side effect of antipsychotics,, the contrast in my experience has been night and day compared to everything else tho like the side effects for almost all other antipsychotics for me have been like very debilitatingly painful and disruptive

everyone is different and idk what your needs are but whenever i can i try to share that i’ve been on like every antipsych med and zyprexa has been the only one that i really can say has been helpful for me and additionally hasn’t given me painful side effects like physical discomfort/restlessness

i relate to this,, i feel like despite that being the case my sexuality still seems sapphic in nature in a way which almost feels mystical and eludes the ability to wholly catagorize

which bus route is this… just asking

Apartheid is not merely a political system in one country in Africa; apartheid is a particular way of thinking, feeling, and living without consciousness of what is going on all around us.” – Dorothee Soelle, The Window of Vulnerability

We keep ourselves apart, we make ourselves untouchable; our wall is soundproof, so that we cannot hear the cries of the poor and oppressed.