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I havent used this account in ages (i still love Taylor I'm just mentally ill so stepped back from socials) but I know how caring this fandom is and would really appreciate if y'all could help me out by sharing this link to my friends bucket list gofundme and donating if you can ❤️ it would mean the world to me

https://www.gofundme.com/f/dzf88-james-bucket-list?qid=da0191118874603c46d6d1566c9d8a29

devils-queen

✞ 666 ✞

kaemojis-deactivated20221009

tiredandlonelymuse

My therapist once told me, “You are the guiltiest feeling person I’ve ever met” and just to prove her right, I took it to heart. An astrologer said, “You have so much water in your chart. What is it like to feel the emotions of every single person alive, everyday?” and I wept because I sensed he was displeased. A teacher told my parents “She’s very sensitive. Far more than the other kids in her class.” I took my SATs at 9 years old, but they encouraged my mother to hold me back because of how my eyes glistened when I heard the word no. She told them to go to hell. So I cried my way through my education until high school when they said “You take everything so personally, you’ll never survive in a company environment. You wouldn’t make a good employee.” So I employed myself (out of spite or…necessity) and then later, I hired 200 people. A boyfriend told me “Don’t be so dramatic, everything isn’t a movie.” Fine, so it’ll be an album then. The doctor said “This shouldn’t hurt a bit.” I tread daily on a minefield that leaves me classifying the variations in footsteps, the tonality in voice, a change in breath. “Is everything okay? You seem mad” is my pledge of allegiance to this tightly wound bundle of flesh. I am cut open, butterflied and flayed, with every single nerve exposed like live wires and, yes, they all hurt to touch. Each interaction is a litmus test of how well liked I am, and therefore how worthy to live. I wake up every morning and the moral barometer resets, T-minus 12 hours to prove to myself that I am not the bad person I believe I must be. Sleep, repeat. An amnesiac nightmare. Prometheus on a rock and the gull in my guts is myself. I once envied those with greater armor, but not anymore. “Why do you care so much?” Guard yourself from the little grievances, but the shield does not differentiate. The space where I am vulnerable to the pain that passes through is an entry point for the microscopic good that others may miss. I live in technicolor torment. If I could do it over again and choose the comfortable grey, I would seize a knife and cut the little keyholes back into my every limb. So the light can get in.

#me

stuckinapril

i loooove being delusional. catch me ignoring reality altogether. catch me never being reasonable ever. catch me straight up making up things in my head to cope. delusion is my best friend

#me

h0lybasil-deactivated20230203

Vintage Shiaparelli bottles. Circa 1930’s.

swiftsass

I havent used this account in ages (i still love Taylor I'm just mentally ill so stepped back from socials) but I know how caring this fandom is and would really appreciate if y'all could help me out by sharing this link to my friends bucket list gofundme and donating if you can ❤️ it would mean the world to me

https://www.gofundme.com/f/dzf88-james-bucket-list?qid=da0191118874603c46d6d1566c9d8a29