My purpose here is to give and receive insanity profusely. I very much strongly believe that insanity is actually a substantial amount of creativity. Even though madness is far treacherous yet ethnologic object to play with, but it can be hideously pulchritudinous when transitioning a metamorphosis within ourselves. While we are still creating our own identity, we can take it to a whole new level maddeningly enough to be a part of an evolution. To know why insanity is needed, you'll have to figure it out yourself while going through my blog.
Love is political. You don’t just fall in love with anybody you have to have someone that falls in line with your ideals with your values with your politics with seeing you as a whole fully realized human being so that shit is not some spontaneous event
so um this is all the money i have left to my name.
i really… really hate begging for money, but i’m at the point where i’m a mess, panicking, and not sure how to proceed.
i’ve been fighting with my insurance company for a good three months now, trying to get my prescription for Strattera to be authorised so I don’t have to pay 500$ a month for it, and so I can finally get back to work.
I am currently on effexor and it’s just ruining me. I sleep for about 16-18 hours a day on it and my psychiatrist will not listen to me when I say that it isn’t helping.
I need help. Again. And I’m ashamed to have to say it.
I’ll be moving into my parents’ house next month so I won’t have to be paying rent anymore, but I still have to pay:
- $3,000 in taxes because I am self-employed - $130 a month for my phone bill - $70~ a month for my car insurance
and… you know, there are other various expenses, too. I have to keep my cats fed, and myself, and I need to afford other necessities, so, um.
Here’s where I’m at.
I’m struggling, I have almost nothing, and more expenses are coming up. I’m going to have to rent a moving truck to get all of my stuff back to my parents.
And most of all, I still can’t work. I am unable to function because my insurance refuses to approve the prior authorization for the only medication i can have that will help my out of hand ADHD and depression.
I am deeply embarrassed to be doing this because like… honestly, y’all have already helped me so much, and continue to do so, and I’m sick of being like this, but I just. I don’t have a choice.
if you want to toss anything my way, even a dollar, a couple of cents, whatever. My paypal is
nerosfishbowl at gmail dot com
i’m. really embarrassed about this and i haven’t spoken to pretty much anyone about my situation. im very, very desperate.
Can I just… talk for a moment… about how much I love how, if you know them well, words don’t have synonyms?
English, for example, is a fantastic disaster. It has so many words for things that are basically the same, and I find there’s few joys in writing like finding the right word for a sentence. Hunting down that peculiar word with particular meaning that fits in seamlessly in a structure, so the story flows on by without any bumps or leaks.
Like how a shout is typically about volume, while a yell carries an angry edge and a holler carries a mocking one. A scream has shrillness, a roar has ferocity, and a screech has outrage.
This is not to say that a yell cannot be happy or a holler cannot be complimentary, or that they cannot share these traits, but they are different words with different connotations. I love choosing the right one for a sentence, not only for its meanings but for how it sounds when read aloud. (Do I want sounds that slide together, peaceful and seamless, or something that jolts the reader with its contrast? Snap!)
I love how many words for human habitats there are. I love how cottage sounds quaint and cabin sounds rustic. I love steadiness of house, the elegance of residence, the stateliness of manor, and tired stubbornness of shack. I love how a dwelling is different to a den.
And I love how none of them can really touch the possessive warmness of all the connotations of home.
Words are great.
I did not expect to cry by the end of this, but I did.
Which proves the point, no?
“The difference between the right word and the almost right word is like the difference between a lightning bug and the lightning.” - Mark Twain (and one of my favorites, since I happen to agree with everything the OP said!)
This pride month I want to recognize all the people who want to go to Pride, but cannot. Whether its accessibility, being closeted or in a homophobic/transphobic situation, or any other reason, I see you and I want you to know that people are thinking of you and value your place in these communities. We will continue working to break down the barriers that prevent everyone from coming, and in the meantime, you are thought of and loved, and your presence is missed.
