I noticed there wasn’t a lot of recognition for misophonia so I made a comic (sorry for the quality!). Misophonia is greatly varied and this barely brushes the surface of this broad disorder. I know I kept this brief and broad, so if you want to add anything please put it in the comments! If you have any questions about it feel free to message me or visit the misophonia tag here on tumblr. If you want to learn more or think that you may have misophonia, check out http://misophoniasupport.tumblr.com/ and http://www.misophonia-uk.org/faqs.html
I learned something new today!
As someone who has been plagued by this neurological condition for the better part of my life, it would really mean a lot to me if people reblogged this.
I never knew that there was a name for what I had. My friends and boyfriend always got mad when I would tell them to stop.
(Source: sapphicsorceress, via pintsized-hero)
“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful
place, so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.”
- (via fawun)
(Source: abimopector, via thedreamleftbehind)
I hate boys. I am so fucking angry.
Can we just talk about David Bowie’s mugshot for a second. His Mugshot.
How. How is this level of photogenic-ness even possible?
There is a reason my friend and I coined the expression, “And may all your photo’s be as beautiful as David Bowie’s mugshot.”
(Source: candymacaron, via boydior)
"As an object maker I am always on the look-out for things to cast and there are always lots of bones hanging around the studio. I am drawn to bones as objects. Bones are always such nice shapes, all those complex curves. They are of a nice scale that can be held in the hand. I can’t pick up a bone without speculating about the form that has generated the bone. It’s a simple structural calculation. If you have the bone, you have the whole creature. The form of the creature is implicit in the bone. But it gets a bit more complicated. I am now working with casts made from a human skeleton. As I pour the wax or break away the plaster, I find I cannot be unaware that I am casting something that has been living, that has walked the earth and is now defunct. As I work away through the technically complex casting ritual I find part of me wondering: was this an adult or juvenile? was it male? female? was it healthy? was it happy? Working in the studio, as the pieces accumulate I am struck by how arresting it is to see multiples of human remains. Not too arresting, I hope - I want to avoid any sense of the crudely sensational. Also, how odd to see crystalline replicas of recognizably human artifacts.”