my collapsable cane keeps violently uncollapsing itself so my solution has been this spooky hair tie, when im using my cane i can wear it on my wrist 🖤 (ignore the bat washi tape i applied badly and now can’t seem to remove…)
I'm really not looking forward to this 🫠 I'm sure all my alt and my chronic illness, especially POTS friends can understand why this is going to be unpleasant 🙃
goth femme joins a pillow fight then gets knocked over in the first few seconds. "oh nooo, it looks like i am a pillow princess on my back! someone please help me" 😏🖤
ID (also in Alt Text): photo of Mothie standing in front of the body mirror of a public bathroom with their cane. they are wearing an all glasses, a medical mask and am all black outfit consisting of a plain black turtleneck sweater, long pleated skirt, and tall leather boots. they are wearing a bondage belt with heavy metal rings at their waist and a choker with lots of rings and little teeth charms.
Hey btw having depression is not a requirement for being goth and if you think it is I don't like you. That's a whole chronic illness, not a part of your "goth mindset"/"aesthetic". Please reflect on that.
your art really fits your appearance... are you the real life sydney sargent? i'd be freaking out if you were sydney sargent ahh
Well, yes.
I could explain my multi-year spanning selfhood/ ID situation in depth… buuuut we would be here for hours. Short answer for all intents and purposes is: yes.
I want so badly for adults to understand me. Very deeply. I hope there's a day I walk into a new pharmacy and they look at me with my tattoos and my black lipstick and not see someone who abuses these medications I've taken since adolescence. I hope so deeply I do not need to convince any new doctor of my ailments. I crave so completely to have the whole world explained to me in diligent detail so I can understand.
I am 25 years old. And I do not see myself as an adult. I feel like a nervous child who, in tears, begs to be understood, and to understand. To have them see no malice in my mistakes.
I want everyone I come across to accept the olive branches I am carrying by the bundle.
I feel lost at sea. Starving, exhausted, sleep deprived, and in pain. Watching the boats turn their noses up at my decaying being, and pass me by.
yes im sitting in my laundry basket. this was a few weeks after i had my First Ever Surgery and i was absolutely beat but i wanted to get back to dressing up for my sanity BUT i was also fucking exhausted and didnt wanna spend 20 minutes taking photos so
i did something weird
im still rather fond of it, and the outfit is solid too :>