… an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words … only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible …
Mental illness is not like make up. You cannot apply it in the morning then remove at home where there is no one around. It will not make people love you more. You cannot put on a coat of depression, dust on anxiety, draw on your self injuries and spray your bulimia. It is not something so people think you are beautiful, Mental illness is not beautiful.
Mental illness is a disease to the brain. It makes you sick, the voices that you hear are no one else’s but your own. You get tired of things that you once loved, you get tired of people you once loved. Sometimes, you get so scared to go outside that you’d rather die inside your room. You hate yourself and hate yourself, you have no other way to express it but to draw blood. You remember that there are 49 calories in an apple but forget how to smile.
It is not like make up. You are not playing ‘Mommy’ or ‘Grown Ups’ It will not make you any more or less beautiful. So please stop pretending and romanticising mental illness.
It’s going to be a very interesting next month.
We all ask ourselves why these Coachella people are so hell-bent on wearing shitty tourist versions of Native American headdresses. Through research and careful study, I have finally determined why.
These are the descendents of the Coach-hell-ha* tribe originally based in California. This tribe was started by a guy named Whitey McAsshole, a well-to-do man of his day, in the 1880s. He saw Native Americans being oppressed all around him, usually by him, and became very upset at all the attention they got from liberal hippies. Why doesn’t anyone want to give me smallpox blankets? he asked himself. And why are my suits so boring and old-West-ey? He decided to kill two birds with one stone (literally, they were getting on his nerves) by wearing a colorful headdress for funsies. The Native Americans he hadn’t chased out of the area protested that their cultural heritage wasn’t a costume to be appropriated while doing drugs in the dirt, but who cared what they thought, anyway — they didn’t even speak American good or have lots of money. Besides, it was racist against whites when Native Americans spoke.
And so the tradition of the colorful headdress spread amongst the McAssholes and their friends. They adopted many other rituals, too, such as wearing bras as shirts, desperately trying to get into VIP tents by saying they know Katy Perry, and limiting the voting rights of everyone who looks different. The spirit of the Coachella tribe has extended far and wide, but they gather once a year in California to celebrate their roots and dance very awkwardly with no rhythm and stupid arm movements that usually end with an elbow to someone’s eye and sloshed, lukewarm beer. It’s a beautiful sight, one that everyone should avoid at all costs.
*Coach-hell-ha is actually pronounced “Romney.”
9 Heroines - [6/9] Scheherazade
“She had perused the books, annals, and legends of preceding kings, and the stories, examples, and instances of bygone men and things. Indeed it was said that she had collected a thousand books of histories relating to antique races and departed rulers. She had purused the works of the poets and knew them by heart, she had studied philosophy and the sciences, arts, and accomplishments. And she was pleasant and polite, wise and witty, well read and well bred.”
…or yet in wise old ravenclaw…