Infinity Pool — the movie i loved and my movie group hated.

Here’s why I resonate so strongly with the Cronenberg bb film *hint — it’s a metaphor for addiction* — k I said it rather plainly.

It’s a metaphor for addiction.

Infinity Pool.

Infinity.

And beyond.

Buzz Lightyear.

Beats, Bears, Battlestar Galactica.

(I’m #actuallyautistic and embracing the fuck out of it, #sorrynotsorry.)

(i’m writing this on my bed at the mental hospital aka metal hospital #mentalhealthispunkrock k i’ll stop).

ANyhoo.

Infinity Pool.

(And yes, I do go to “church” ; I can’t say it yet ; I don’t consider myself an alcoholic as much as an anti-anxiety seeker. I was addicted to the feeling of having no thoughts or anxiety for a brief amount of time — I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder to the extreme, so moments like that are rather cherished. The problem obviously being that alcohol is a poisonous depressant, and it just doesn’t work long-term.)

On Masking

On Addiction

On Aftercare

On Infinity

Mia Fucking Goth.

More to come soon, (i’m tired).