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🩸my life is in your hands🩸

I'm gratitudemaxxing rn. I love my comfy bed and chocolate chip cookies and my weird gay friends and blorbo from my shows. I love libraries and parks and movie theaters and restaurants and festivals. I love bubble tea and hip hop and honeysuckle. I love everyone who's reading this.

missybunno-deactivated20260510

She's ghostin you but shes goblin me

jodiefoster

i love the moon. i trust her. i’m glad we have her

cybermanes

“Are you a dog or cat person?”

Brother I will pet an alligator if it lets me

memeuplift

madamewesker

#I sit behind a desk all day looking at spreadsheets, making great money and ruining my eyes

#if burger flipper makes the same wages and benefits I have, I'd be thrilled for my comrades

kristina100000

vibe

ps1

i3c

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letsbelonelytogetherr

— Ayesha Shaikh, from “The best friend no one knows” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

I am getting frustrated with how interchangeable I am. My friends swap me out, my boss swaps me out, my family diverts the energy they used to spend on me on my sister. I wish I could convince people of my value enough to have them see that I do offer something unique but that’s not something I could ever do. It does leave me feeling quite insignificant and helpless. I don’t need to be reassured I’m unique. I need to be reassured that that uniqueness is seen and valued.

#ramblings #relationships #insecurity #personal

lorelei-system

It’s interesting how there are at least 2 types of “I don’t remember that.”

1. Not remembering until the memory gets triggered/ you are confronted with evidence, and then you do remember.

2. Absolutely no evidence will bring back the memory. The memory does not exist anymore. That wasn’t me. Nope. Didn’t happen.

And then there’s “I have been told about this, and while I do not remember it, I know that it is factually correct. How do I know? I don’t know.”

I don’t even know what my point is, it’s just interesting to think about. Memories are weird, dissociation is weird. The way the highly traumatized young mind deals with memories is weird.