Eliot Porter (American,1901-1990)
Aspens and Ozier Leaves, Colorado, 1951
The communal roundhouse Mother, Siljarri, Nil and their family live in as the story of Two-Sky River begins. The spires are wind-catchers, inspired by Iranian designs.
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listen to me. thoughts do not have moral weight. a thought will never hurt anyone. the actions you take because of a thought can hurt yourself or other people, but the thought itself is powerless and there is no such thing as thought crime.
"but i have thoughts about being violent towards people! towards children! surely that makes me dangerous!" are you being violent? for real? with your actions? if not, then you are not actually hurting anyone
"but i have thoughts that are offensive and hurtful! they're bigoted, or they're horribly rude, or they're invalidating to others! i'm a horrible person." and what are you doing with those thoughts, exactly? are you taking bigoted actions, or saying those rude things, or taking steps to actually invalidate people? no? well then. no one is getting hurt. and in the meantime, if it really bothers you, doing things like helping unlearn your biases (both against minorities and just, like, against furries and theatre kids and shit) might help some of those thoughts go away, but sometimes you just get shitty thoughts.
"but i have horrific thoughts about sex!" are you hurting people. are you forcing people to do things they don't consent to. or are you just playing the upsetting possibility in your mind over and over again, and acting like that's even remotely the same thing?
thought. crime. is. not. real. OCD. is. hell. (and anything else that may cause intrusive thoughts.) but it does not define you. your thoughts will always, always come secondary to your actions. you're gonna be fine.
i am evil down to the core and it is only sometimes that i notice it. i am a strange, demented, awful human drenched in a chocolately coating of bullshit, so thick that nobody could possibly see underneath.
so there.
Hey young me.
You’re 28 now.
You just finished some ketamine therapy for the first time ever and-
I want to give you a hug for believing you were terrible for so long.
Feeling like I don’t have depression waying me down for the first time since-
maybe being seven or eight years old?
So yeah. Thank you young me. For keeping me going until I could get here. Love you lots.
person w adhd experiencing symptoms of adhd: why the fuck can’t I do this thing . I wish there was some explanation for this
