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Loki isn't a boy or a man.
Hes a problem
Ruth Bell by Sebastian Kim for Harperâs Bazaar US June/July 2019
when youâre right youâre right
activist by night, tired nurse by day
When you start opening up to people
being a bookworm with adhdâą be like:
read an entire book in one sitting or not being able to read two full sentences
planetarium presenters trying to explain to a busload of 4th graders how incomprehensibly vast space is
me, 10, who will never be the same again:
my jam: a character narrating past events to another character, intercut with scenes showing that they are lying wildly
king minos: get this monster out of my sight!! put it in a labryinth so i never have to look at it again!! gods holy fuck!!!
the minotaur, born like a day ago:
hi my name is destiel nevada putin elecâtion covid way and i have long ebony black hair
this is it. this is peak meme. do you have any idea the specific culmination of absurd and unlikely events that needed to happen in order for this one single awful sentence to live comfortably, no, effortlessly within the general populace of human comprehension?
it's beautiful. it's hideous. it's everything.
So... sup, tumblr kids. It's me. An old person back from the grave. Why? I dunno honestly.
Tons of stuff has changed (and stayed the same) since I've last been active here. o.o So I may be posting and reblogging shit again. Who knows~ i may pop in and out. Its been a while. Guess I'm home?
So prepare for the usual mayhem, cute things, and a bunch of new spirituality stuff I'm done hiding! Yay! Progress! Being more true to myself! What the heck is that about anyways?! ^^;
my heart says yes but my mom says no
Congrats to us, America - now let's go fucking bully Biden
Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying âYou fucking moron.â and tbh same
Me: I think I donât exist.
Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didnât, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.
Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when Iâm dissociating.
Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any âsaneâ person) is normal, right?
Therapist: No.
Me: Wow.
Therapist: Youâre just a fucked up bitch.
Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.
Therapist: Thatâs a start!
Me: I guess heâs still my friend?
Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, heâs not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.
Me:
Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.
Therapist: Because thatâs my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because youâre way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.
Me: I donât need that kind of call out, Jerome.
Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*
Therapist: Oh thatâs nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!
Me: Yeah!!
Therapist: Itâs wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?
Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: Iâm sorry, itâs all my fault, Iâm so so so sorr-
Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.
Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.
Me: What-
Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS*Â
Me:Â
Me: Jerome.
Therapist: You went to the gaypride?
Me: Yeah, I went.
Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?
Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.
Therapist: Did you see some bears?
Me:
Me: Jerome wh-
Therapist: Thatâs the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it.Â
Therapist: Are you sure youâre not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?
Me: No, I want it!!
Therapist: Finally, youâre not forcing yourself for the others! And youâre doing something you want! Iâm proud of you!
Me: Youâre more of a dad than my own father.
Therapist: Thatâs not very hard.
Me: I always wondered, are you queer?
Therapist: I am not.
Me: Ooh.
Therapist: Or am I?
Me: Ooh!
As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someoneâs else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.
The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.
This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.
As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as âTherapist dadâ.
Heâs aware of it and think itâs hilarious.
Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but Iâm full of anger against him.
Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.
Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.
Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you donât offer them things all the time. You donât have to do that.
Me: What??
Therapist: Why donât you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?
Me: Like what? âHey JoĂ«l wassup, Iâve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.â ?
Therapist: Exactly.
Me: Youâre as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, yâknow.
Me, heavily dissociating: I donât exist-
Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?
Me: Dinner first.
Therapist:
Therapist: Damien, you moron.
Therapist: You need vacations.
Me: Iâm broke.
Therapist: Oh yeah.
Therapist: You still need vacations tho.
Me: Jerome, I am still broke.
Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!
Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didnât see you.
Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?
Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.
For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friendâs who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didnât know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:
Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?
Me: Yes. Townâs short I guess.
Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?
Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?
Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.
Me, at 2pm: Iâm sorry Iâm going to be late!
Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.
Me:
Me: What.
Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.
Therapist; Whatâs up with you and wanting domestic rats.
Me: Iâm gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.
Therapist:
Therapist: How dare you.
Therapist: Weed doesnât do much on me and I must admit Iâm kinda disappointed.
Me:
Therapist: Do you smoke?
Me: Jerome.
On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing
Heâs doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one
I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL
Itâs really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg
Always reblog Jerome.
Is he now aware of his fame?
After months, he is, and he just told me âHaha, this is funny. Iâm happy itâs helping people!â
I think he doesnât realize that heâs known *worldwide*
I LOVE THIS POST!!!!!
This is great
OP can we get more updates please
Sure! Hereâs his fav cat breed
OP we need another update!
Is his fav dog breed an acceptable update? Or more?
Special guest of the day because I havenât seen Jerome in a little while: My psychiatrist.
Psychiatrist, pointing at my little shovel tattoo: Does it have a meaning?
Me: Actually yes, itâs one of the rare ones who does. I wanted to be a gravedigger for a long time but since Iâm disabled I canât. So itâs just a little funny reminder of my wish to become a gravedigger.
Psychiatrist: Until when did you want to become a gravedigger?
Me: Until 20yo I think? Yeah, from kindergarten to 20yo.
Psychiatrist: Oh. Well, who am I to judge when I was a kid i wanted to be a garbageman because ridding the truck looked funny.
Therapist: Youâre allowed to tell what you feel. You canât keep everything stored in bottles and hope for the best, youâll never be happy if you do this.
Me: But they wonât be happy.
Therapist: Be egoistic. Youâre not in charge of everybodyâs happiness but youâre in charge of yours. It will take times to start to say that you dislike what people are saying, it will take time to manage to say to the others when they hurt you. Itâs not easy. But youâre allowed to tell people how you feel and to accept how you feel rather than bottling up.
Me: How long will it take me to manage to do it?
Therapist: I started to do it in my thirties. There is no starting point, you just go at your pace.
Therapist: Last time I saw a handful of young people with pride flags. I tried to see if you and your friends where at it.
Me: Jerome, Iâm not at every pride manifestations. I wonât even go to the pride parade this year.
Therapist, sounding slightly disappointed: Oh well. You should, itâs fun.
Awww! Maybe you guys can go together some time! (Unless that violates a therapist thing?)
It does! Unless he goes on his own and we end up meeting each other because of randomness, I canât offer him to come. But regardless, I donât plan to go to it this year :0!
Therapist: Youâre not at our therapy group?
Me: No, you invited me last time but I had a medical appointment so I didnât come. But what do you exactly do in that therapy group?
Therapist: We have tea and biscuits. And we talk to each other about diverse stuffs.
Me: Oh Iâd like to join then.
Therapist: And youâll try to talk, right?
Me: ... I mostly come for the tea and the biscuits.
Therapist: As long you leave some for me. *proceeds to add in big in his schedule ADD DAMIEN TO GROUP*
In these confined days, I miss therapy with Jerome.
THIS HAS RECEIVED SO MANY UPDATES SINCE I LAST SAW IT OMG
I hope op and Jerome are doing well!
tHERES UPDATES HOLY FUCK
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