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jason grace they could never make me hate you
i don't even ship matikanefukukitaru with anyone tbh i just like any art of ships that include her because it means there's more art of her out there
people with DID are your neighbors. people with DID are your friends. people with DID are your family. people with DID are your students, your teachers, your nurses, your postal workers, your grocery clerks, your bankers, your tax people, your local government employees.
people with DID are everywhere, leading what look like normal and functional lives. often times they are normal and functional lives, the way they maintain them is just different than those without DID.
Hopefully I’ll feel better in time for RICC (which I know i will) so I wanted to announce my cosplay line up now in case I tend to feel better in time for the show.
Friday: Daria Morgendoffer (Daria)
Saturday: Mrs Brisby (The Secret of Nimh)
Sunday: Jay Sherman (The Critic)
Tae & BaMhee's relationship was doomed to fail from the start (even without P'Judy), but I don't like Tae taking all of the blame for the way it ended
Trying to do the impossible: rest on a day I planned to rest
03/03/2024
You don't feel nostalgia?
Oh? The past isn't a ghost in your lungs? The person you where doesn't haunt your heart? You don't look at the child you were as someone you had to kill and consume in some divine right of passage to grow and move on? You don't think of your childhood best friend who loved a version of yourself who is long dead and buried, and wonder if they mourn those kids the way you do? You don't enter your childhood bedroom and feel the vespers of the past catch in your throat as you breathe in. You don't carry the passage of time as a rock in your stomache?
Well, I do, I wonder.
Do the monkey bars of the park I used to run through remember the feel of my callouses the way I do? Is the paint still chipped the way I remember? Or has the city dug it all up and built something new the same way I did when I left it.
Is there anything left of me in this place? Other than a memory?