the cloud appreciation society is looking for someone to write about clouds. We need help writing content for the Cloud Appreciation Society, and we would love to give this work to one of our members. If you write really well (in English), you have a good sense of humour and you know your Cumulus from your lenticularis, we’d love to hear from you ( Read more... )

the problem with passing is that it makes you feel hollowed out. invisible. you start to feel complicit, like you're intentionally wearing a disguise, like you're deliberately misleading people into believing that you're Like Them when you're not. and there comes a point when they make assumptions and you've been passing so long that to correct ( Read more... )

dear friands ( Read more... )

whenever i start wearing a splint on a new-previously unsplinted-finger joint, it always feels uncomfortable for a while. i have the sensation that my movement is being constrained more than it should be. but then i look at my extended finger and see that the joint is level instead of concave and realise this is the range of motion non-hypermobile ( Read more... )

there was a girl named casey at my high school in the US. she was a senior (year 12) when i was a freshman (year 9). we were on the volleyball team together. i don't think we ever spoke at all-maybe just to say hi-but i watched her whenever she was around. i couldn't help it. maybe it was a crush; i'm not sure ( Read more... )

DAILY AFFIRMATION
A Play in One Act

Setting: a room with a bed

Cast of Characters:

NARRATOR, the voice of reason
CHORUS, a multitude (off stage)
WHISPER, sly, vicious (off stage)
SUBJECT, a lone figure, mute

ACT 1, SCENE 1

[NARRATOR stands alone holding a sheet of paper.]

NARRATOR[Reading from paper] The fine print. Item one: the other ( Read more... )

i wrote to my mum the other day that in person i can barely open my mouth most of the time but give me a textual medium and you can't shut me up. well. case in point. this came up on my dash:
My literature classes didn’t help. My professors stressed the importance of approaching a text with detachment, with a critical gaze rather than an emotional ( Read more... )

there came a point when i accepted i was never going to "get better" - i was never going to be "well" - and that life would consist of "managing". but even then i was still fooling myself.

diagnostic criteria for various depressive disorders require the identification of specific periods of depression. but the concept of having discrete episodes ( Read more... )

my biological grandfather's nickname for my grandmother was 'nugget'. when he proposed, he said, "i love you, nugget. will you marry me?"

i think that is one of the loveliest, most delightful things ever.

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     aefry ember of hope is gan lic the embers of a fyr brocen in the daegs beginnan brocen by men other than us. hope falls harder when the end is cwic hope falls harder when in the daegs before the storm the stillness of the age was writen in the songs of men ( Read more... )