I put my star sign in my bio not because I believe in astrology but because I would like you to associate my bizarre behavior with others of my sign and compare them to the disquieting standard I have created
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@syntheticearth
I put my star sign in my bio not because I believe in astrology but because I would like you to associate my bizarre behavior with others of my sign and compare them to the disquieting standard I have created
yeah fuck it. Fuck this place. Fuck this whole website. I love you girls but this ain't it. beating a dead horse over here and letting Matt continue thinking he has a social media site worth half a shit from his ad dollars and engagement metrics. how about you go broke and die alone. anyway mutuals can ask for my discord
important maid update
☝🏾 fucking a nun is doing ntr to jesus
i sure am glad ffxiv is the first game to recognize and accomodate for my kindergartener reading level
I've got volumes and volumes of information about the oracle of light but how about this children's picture book that seems more your speed
i sure am glad ffxiv is the first game to recognize and accomodate for my kindergartener reading level
It's fat foxgirl fursday. grab her tummy and squeeze
computer. show me a girl with a dazed blank expression and a painfully erect penis
why's it keep requesting Webcam access. stop that
It kinda feels like the internalization of "you can't trust other people to see you as closely as you see them" did significantly raise the bar on "how loudly I need to shout out my feelings for them to feel real" (I'm pretty sure that's how it works? It's possibly I'm caught in the cycle (The degree to which I feel the need to layer my own thoughts to provide the necessary context to understand them feels absurd. A safety mechanism. Prove that you care about me enough to get this far. (I don't really know how to explain it is the thing. Sometimes you hide too much (I cried for an hour this morning. I noticed tears on my face and I didn't know where they were from (I've been feeling so anxious recently. My capacity to maintain relationships is always below what it needs to be. I live in a forever war to try to maintain them and I'm always losing. I just want to be stable (I think I'm always running away. At some point I left home or maybe I never had home and I've never felt home since (I don't know if that's true (Is anything true? (I hope something is.))). I sleep most comfortably on a pile of used clothes and I eat most comfortably when the food I take is left aside in a small bowl with a permission slip to eat it. I do chores like I'm earning my keep and nothing ever feels like it's mine.) and I never feel stable.) so I said fuck it and started crying. I felt terrible. It didn't help. Usually crying helps.) and in the layers of hiding you lose something. You lose track of what's real or isn't real. And then you just have a big roiling mass inside you threatening to get out and you have to untangle it.) Prove that you understand me enough to make sense of it. Prove that you deserve to be here.) of believing it to be true and reifying my own beliefs. But it really feels like the reason why 'suppressing emotions' takes such a toll is that. That the feelings demand to 'exist in a social context' and thus demand that you express them in your social context.) but maybe I'm just imagining things.
art claws it's way out of a living thing. sometimes it kills you on the way out
how to grow the fuck up
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Imma need this eventually cause they don’t teach you jack squat in school
Ima schedule to reblog this when I’m 16.
Ima need this eventually
same fam.
reblogging so i have it for when i leave school in a year yessir
reblogging so i
have it for when i leave school
in a year yessir
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I always say I'm proud of my friends for surviving.
Not because I was afraid they wouldn't, or that was ever in doubt, but because all measurement, all grading, all value, is subjective; the unit, 0, and target are always decided by someone. The unit is the baseline element that centers the system and provides the material benchmark from which we derive value. 0 is the failure condition. And the target is a goal we build toward. So I decide to set the unit as your quotidian effort, dying as 0, and the target as you making it another day. Simple as that.
You're my value system.
If therapy ever helps it's when you're willing to engage with them with the same unbridled enthusiasm you put into posting on this damn website. not just about your problems but the things you like or find funny or just enjoy doing. you're never going to get anything out of your therapist if all you give them is your frustration and negativity. you gotta get vulnerable with your positivity too
Did the mime dude in the incredibles French dub still say monsieur incroyable. If he didn't say it in some other language I feel like it'd be a missed shot
Printing a t shirt that says ask for my resume on the front and then putting an actual copy of my resume on the back. it's performance art but also please help me get a better job
If we replace every instance of Fandom with Femdom I think that would improve society somewhat
[Depressed tranny voice] I'd like to tell a more joyful story i think.
sadly the curse of the transfem is to constantly have to explain to everyone what the hell is going on as many times as it takes because if we refuse to elaborate then someone who wants to kill/erase us will take authorship instead. because they claim to care about anything and are excited to imprint their violent beliefs on anyone who is misguided or confused to make them worse
we have to always be retelling our story. constantly. filling the whole infosphere with the same thing over and over again. yes it's stupid. yes it's exhausting. yes I wish we didn't have to. but we do. because if we don't, then who will tell our story