I feel like I’m caught in this place between accepting things as they are with myself (sweet love) and being so very angry with myself for things (tough love).
That’s the number of arrest warrants issued in Ferguson last year for nonviolent crimes. Compare that to the population of 21,135 people.
"White citizens were stopped less than 13% of the time despite making up 29% of the population"
At some point I’ll stop talking about Ferguson. Today is not that day.
I took a psychobiology class on depression and anxiety. My professor stated that disorders like PTSD and depression are, on the biological level, related to your body being in the fight-or-flight state for far too long. This means excess cortisol, which damages the hippocampus.
He then mentioned that people with depression or PTSD tend to have severe memory lapses.
Which kind of floored me, because since I’ve been sick I’ve noticed just how awful my memory is. It used to be excellent, but now… I forget parts of my autobiographical memory. Someone tells me “hey remember when we did this?” and I just stare at them blankly because I have no recollection of that whatsoever.
The scariest thing was when I forgot my PIN number. Which I’ve had, without incident, for years. I just walked up to an ATM and suddenly… I couldn’t remember it. Not at all. It was terrifying and it scared my sister too.
Can anyone else relate?
GAD. And I was actually thinking to myself last night, ‘man, my memory is crap, what happened?’. Like, I can remember little scenes here and there, but it’s more like… I can see some scenes, but never the whole picture? I keep finding my partner telling me or reminding me about stuff I don’t remember either. :/
Scott Woods (X)
he motherfucking dropped the truth.
THAT’S THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR OWNING EVERYTHING
this is a super important explanation to think about whenever you feel like telling someone that something isn’t racist because you don’t hate x person.
I probably reblogged in the past, but here it is again in that case.
Soooo the fursona generator is a beautiful thing, and I want to draw a bunch of these, but especially:
- lilac reindeer. it runs a jimmy carter fanblog. it lives alone in a dense forgotten wilderness.
- cream and pink whale. it has an unknowable amoutn of eyes. it shivers even when it’s not cold.
- zombie cardinal. it floats about a foot off the ground. it speaks a forgotten and ancient language both disturbing and enchanting to mortal ears.
My new warm-up sketch material.
vampire seal. it consumes only blood. its back is covered in candles which flicker ominously.