“redemption arcs are toxic, you shouldn’t try to fix someone!”
actually it is so important to me that being in community and experiencing human connection can save people. thanks
there are calcified layers of shame in my soul that you could carbon date like rock strata
apologist? not necessarily. explainer? perhaps. understander? intimately. enjoyer? greatly. sexualizer? frequently,
The thing about wanting to write smart essays is you truly do have to read books to do that, and the thing about reading books is that it is way harder now that I am not 17 and smartphoneless
Genuinely humiliating to read in 25 minute chunks because a decade of having a feelgood device in my pocket has turned my brain to cheese
i had a dream recently that i posted on tumblr about me speeding and then the cops found it and used it to get me a speeding ticket and then i contested the ticket by pulling up another tumblr post where i claimed i did 9/11 and my point was that i make shit up on tumblr all the time and as such all of my tumblr posts should be inadmissible and this case should be dismissed but it had the opposite effect and the judge sentenced me to over 3000 life sentences for the people.i killed when i did 9/11
toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account:
fucking love when I’m on a call with someone and they start to do a little errand or go somewhere else and they say “and you’re coming with me” like. absolutely I am let’s go on an adventure I’ve been spirited away
babygirlifier-deactivated202402:
the reason it’s so awesome when the bass at a concert replaces your pulse is that it’s the closest you can get to someone breaking open your ribs and squeezing your heart really hard in their fist
happy pride everyone
wilson heritage post
the fact that walls get dusty is ridiculous. you’re vertical. act like it.
you all hate the position i sleep in because you haven’t advanced to my level and you’re jealous of my mental acuity and caustic wit as well as being extremely good at sleeping
thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it’s a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I’m working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it’s okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I’m failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I’m doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it’s such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.