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@lifeisstrangebitch
This scene was never in the final movie, but I found it in the shooting script. Here is some of it below.
*・🧸 ❤︎ . . Aurora
Stop bringing up bad shit I did years ago, my villain origin story will begin to form.
SULLI Goblin, 2019
Viewing "myself" constantly in 3rd person pov. However, I never look like myself (the primary). Do I look like my parts that I've known for 6 years? Not all the time. I can look like parts I don't know. Parts I cannot communicate with for whatever reason, even when co-fronting. Not knowing their names, their purpose. Parts that are just observing the world, that are in control of my body. There seems to be more of these unknown parts than my known ones. Maybe I got triggered by something I wasn't aware of. Maybe I just woke up dissociated. Maybe my mind decided to do it because that's what it deems normal. This is my normal. This is what Dissociative Identity Disorder can look like, too. Need to normalize this experience, more.
Ballerinas💗
THE FAIRY GODMOTHER FROM CBBYZAC.COM
Sleepy boy
odd how im more happy dreaming about love than i was when i actually was "in love"
[SCAN] IRENE & SEULGI - ‘MONSTER’ Base Note Ver.
After 6 years of "absolute fuckery".... I have been diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder.
“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.” - Pablo Neruda
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