jack, dissociative part(s). white. bigender bi
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jack, dissociative part(s). white. bigender bi
I just found someone sharing this on twitter, so sorry that I don't have the link but omg
Girlboss over here gaslighting the gatekeepers.
Upside to stop and go traffic- I could get a picture of these absolutely iconic bumper stickers.
don't listen to them babe just keep opening more tabs in your browser
Iterations.
Could yall stop shooting each other outside my window im trying to masturbate
So this was actually the sound of my car getting stolen
A Pair of Shoes (1887) by Vincent van Gogh
one thing about me is I’m going to make weird noises about it
thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
sorry to put your tags on blast on this insane breach containment post I have since muted, but you're right and you should say it.
It is defeatable. Go for the throat.
Crazy thing about #healing #recovery Small Victories is when you'll have some shit going on that's like, saying this would involve admitting how you used to be doing. You know? Like hey guys good news I'm gonna change my bedsheets this year
That's the thing about Doing Really Bad you kinda keep it to yourself. And then you start doing a little better & when you try to tell people this the vibe is like "what do you mean you were living in the sewer this whole time are you good?" while you're standing there like Yeah that's not the important part never mind that. I'm literally out of the sewer
This was top tier comedy in middle school let me tell you
this is still top tier comedy today
look this is getting nowhere how about we just agree to disa- *remembers I should exploit any possible situation to my advantage* if you don't take me to the Monterey bay aquarium I'm going to start screaming
punk has ALWAYS been about me chaining you to this radiator