Lauren Lexa Brown

I tell myself at nauseam: “I could have fun with a tree. I could reanimate a dead body.”

I do find a lot of joy in being a hypocrite. Something about identifying as one feels very freeing. I don’t understand why the term has such a negative connotation; I think it’s the ultimate position of self-acceptance. It’s open to mistake.

FQ: you know this. diagnosis is a tool for empathy, not abnegation of responsibility. it wouldn’t be respectful of your autonomy to say your illness means people shouldn’t treat you like an adult. your diagnosis can help people recognize that you didn’t hurt them because you’re a spiteful, evil, selfish person. it can help your roommate understand... See more

I sometimes literally burst into tears when I read certain essays or papers now just because it feels so special to have been able to gain access to this part of myself, a part that craves knowledge for its own sake and finds a sometimes-euphoric pleasure in the act of seeking it