Canyonlands National Park sits under the desert sun nearly every day, but in the early morning hours when the air is cool and the sun is rising, a majestic glow of indigo filled this Utah valley with mist. The iconic Airport Tower can be seen in the distance, standing just behind the Washer Woman Arch. Photo courtesy of Sam Koerbel.
Executive dysfunction is basically going “Okay one two three go. And now. Aaaaaaannnnnnnd we’re goinnnnng now.” for like three hours before the thing happens
the atmosphere is lighting me on fire very, very slowly.
someone: “wow! you handled that stressful situation so well! so cool and competent!” me, unaware that anything happened: “i what now”
*forgets to breathe for 5 hours*
feel free 2 add ur own
pick one: you’re real, your companions are real, the landscape is real
these houses are wrong
my arms are 8 miles long, my feet are several light years away from my head
who’s hands are these
The Upside-down
there is glitter on my face clearly i am a magical fairy and do not belong among humans
the sky…. why is it like that???
are you sure these are my hands? better poke em with a pin to make sure
i cannot see my legs therefore they do not exist
while I was blinking, someone took all the items in this room and put them back in place slightly wrong.
why is my third eye so itchy?
am I actually hungry for ramen noodles or am I nostalgic for better times?
I am alone in this room, but I can hear someone else’s lunch digesting.
fingers aren’t supposed to do that.
I can actually see the pixels on physical items- totes fake.
All these things I own are not mine.
Depth perception is a Social Construct. *runs into a wall*
I swear to god it was 11:03 AM five minutes ago but the clock says 6:37 pm WHO LIED TO ME
did I eat today or am I remembering a meal from three days ago?
I should take a shower. Wait, my hair is wet. Why is my h…
I heard you perfectly but my brain insists you’re speaking parselmouth.
My ability to speak my native language has Abandoned Me. Please hold while I chase it down and silently scream at it for being a Traitor.
*lays on the floor for three solid hours*
Is it a migraine or is it The Reality I’ve Been Avoiding All My Life?
I am driving home. There is that curve. There is that curve…. wait where did that one house that I always clock go…. did I turn wrong? Nope there is another marker….but where did that go.
Hears conversation. Contributes to conversation. But everything sounds like its from behind a different door.
*grabs something and misses* …. I know I was in reach of that
*vividly remembers reading a certain part of a book in a completely different place and sudden feel like you are there instead of in the present* Oh I love this part of the book
… I was not aware that some of these were dissociation… I knew I did it, but wow. I do it more free than I realized.
“Why is my head a balloon and how can I reattach it to my shoulders?”
“Help I’ve sunk into the couch and I can’t get up.”
• my right eye is being swallowed by my face as we speak • like 97 percent certain i am secretly on a boat • the sun is in the wrong place wHY IS THE SUN IN THE WRONG PLACE • looks like my feet are blasting off again • am i actually driving my car or is this a very convincing first person video game
Wow fuck, I disassociated SO MUCH as a kid
Hey body, this is consciousness. Do me a favor and say the words “i’ll have two hamburgers and a vanilla cone, please” into that machine, ok?
