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⎯⎯⎯ she'd just turned twenty-one ♡
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cher(ry) 🍒 it/she 🍒 28
agender 💋 femme dyke 🩸 aro 💋 vampire
❗️ terf/minor/cishet man = blocked ❗️
but she was young and dumb ⎯⎯⎯⎯
⎯⎯⎯ she'd just turned twenty-one ♡
Carabiners are for lovers <3
🦇 、 VAMPFEMME ── A flag for femmes who are vampries 。
SIMPLY PLURAL LAYOUT IDEAS
thought i would do a lighter post today, so i want to share some things we use in our simply plural to hopefully give you all layout ideas! CUSTOM FIELDS in our custom fields, we have: names that the alter goes by pronouns age and birthday description of the alter, used as a mini-introduction alter information, used for roles and other alter info introject information, which includes source and amount of source id interaction status boundaries relationships front triggers languages likes and dislikes date the profile was last updated we also have a RAMCOA system specific field for codes the alter was assigned, where we keep track of what they are in our organization systems and any assigned titles they have CUSTOM FRONT in our custom fronts, we have: blurry triggered interaction statuses (ask to interact, do not interact, interact with caution, etc.) frontstuck limited / no phone access new alter fronting private alter fronting rapid switching splitting GROUPS for our groups, we organize by area of system. we organize by sidesystem and layer. we also have groups for subsystems and if the alter has a specific interaction status other group ideas: roles sources completeness of profile fronting frequency - grey
purging this whole fucking tumblr and remaking it for ME
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and now im "crushing" on (probably infatuated with) this girl who spends half the time we spend together gushing about her partners and the other half getting annoyed at me constantly and i am so desperate for attention that i'm letting her change me and make me quiet and afraid of communicating again. lol
i forgot it said it still loved me after we broke jp and now im crying again haha. fuck
i could feel things were falling apart. it was time and i'm glad it pulled the plug before i lost my mind. that doesn't stop me from wishing things had turned out differently
i wish i could've heard it tell me it loves me just one last time. we never even got to truly say goodbye at the airport. i just want one last hug. one last kiss. one last dance. is that selfish? i miss its comfort so badly. i want to be back in its arms again and i don't want to ever have to leave i hate this so much i hate this
it doesn't help that it felt like it came completely out of the blue. like we were just sexting the night before and being affectionate and then it's over? i don't understand
i think i could ask why and what happened and what i did over and over and have it explain to me over and over and i still won't understand. after two years and three months, a 3k mile trip to visit it, plans for me to move to it and us live together, all the memories we've formed. how do you just. make that stop?
i need to go to bed
so. my beloved left me.
we've talked about it a few times. the last conversation helped me understand better. its mental health has just been. deteriorating and our relationship wasnt helping for many reasons, ironically including the fact that its obsession around me made it incredibly difficult for its to be authentic about its feelings.
i have been spiraling if i'm honest. i feel fine some moments and the next i'll be sobbing and feeling the most intense grief of my life. we're still talking and friends and all but it hurts. a lot. i know i need to stop talking to it, at least until i can accept that things are actually really really over.
i'm glad it's still in my life. and the way it phrased things gives me some hope that after we both heal a bit and take some time apart things might. be able to go back to normal.
i miss it so much though. every single day. i'm constantly reminded of the fact that it's gone and i can't look forward to hugging and kissing it again, potentially ever. a part of me really hopes i can still come home eventually but i don't know if i should let that hope live. but god
how am i supposed to move on when half my life is a reminder of it? how am i supposed to pretend i'm fine when it literally feels like i just lost a piece of my heart. it feels impossible. i love it so so so much and i can't picture not loving it.
my headmate has been throwing us into sexual interactions and trying so hard to replace its affection. i'm creeping my friends out by either being too distant or too affectionate (always too something). my other headmate just dissociates and cries and goes catatonic if he fronts. we're a mess and i'm hardly getting by
i've missed half my shifts this month because i'm too depressed to move. what's the point? i just lost the main thing keeping me living. not that i mean i'm going to kms but like. i'm so lost now. what do i do now? my main driving force was the desire to move to ***** partially to go to school and partially to start a life with it. i literally don't know what to do with my life now.
it hurts. i don't wanna be alone. it hurts so much
i feel so dissociated and scared. please dont leaveme please dont please i cant be alone again iklll go insane i cant please
im pathetic arent i. i knew they were going to leave this whole time and i still fell apart the moment it happened. everyones been telling me theyre surprised im holding it together so well but im just like. in that fawning trauma response headspace. like maybe if i smile and repress everything and act happy to everything itll all be okay? though i know thats not gonna fix anything at all.
it hurts so bad. i dont want to be apart from them. i cant handle this im going fucking insane
*obsessively checks my phone every 30 seconds hoping it texted me finally and wants me back*
i feel like im dying
this isnt fair this isnt fair please at least tell me whats going on so im not sitting here panicking thinking youre mad at me
please text me back. please. please. please
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