#confession thing

[silver-loves-hashbrowns]

Has anyone else have had the system “kill” an alter by forcing them into dormancy or dissolving them?

I know there was an issue in our side system where basically this alter formed and she was mimicking abuse done to us, and tried to hurt me and my brother figure. The protector ‘killed’ her before she could do anything. Sometimes I still think about that, and I wonder if anyone else had a similar experience or not?

Sometimes I feel like our system is too ‘unclean’ for the CDD community, so I’m kind of bringing this up also so people know they’re not alone

[kyrju]

Anon confession? Love your art and if I see any fanart somewhere else u always come to mind.

whaat?? thank you!! this is the sweetest !! <33

[kyrju]

anon confession thing! :D I think you're cool and have an impeccable graphic style that deserves to be on top pages of design magazines or something like that 🤩 also yes I second that, kyrju sounds badass to me :D

thank you so much?!?!? what????? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa this is the biggest compliment thank you!! <3333333

[kyrju]

im actually convinced you find tap water spicy because of that one post where you said op 'called you out'.

i'm not gonna comment on this, i can't defend myself

[kyrju]

Okay confession: At first I thought you were really cool because your url sounds so bad ass, but lately I’m seeing you as the sweetest baby girl that I’m feeling very protective of.

really?? i always thought kyrju sounds more cute??

but that's how it is. bad ass on the outside, little weepy baby inside

<.< i really like being someone's incompetent baby girl that needs protecting so eyooo

ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵒⁿ

[microbino]

I could have loved you, once upon a time. Now I wish you the best and I hope that, if time allows, we can connect again someday.

[awkward-sakura]

I briefly forgot it was Halloween

My family never really celebrated Halloween, I mean we get candy and kids would come to our house and take the candy, maybe we'd dress up but that was about it. I was just chilling in my bath, thinking about life and how much i'm going to regret watching ghost videos today when I heard a lot of children screaming. My initial thought was "oh it's just the neighbours again, they do have three kids after all" but the screaming intensified and came in varied spurts. I sat there pondering all the various reasons why the children will be screaming in random variants. It took me around 15 minutes of pure thinking before I realised it was Halloween. Despite the fact that I have already re-blogged Halloween themed cat today and seen people at my college wearing Halloween style make up. Someone had even apologised to me for scaring me for randomly complimenting my boots before saying "it is Halloween after all " Clearly this holiday was not meant for me σ(^_^;)

[deathbypolykin-blog]

Logically, I know I should let you go.  I should stop looking before I get in too deep and move on with my life.  That’s how it’s supposed to be.  

But I’m still stubborn and obsessive and ambitious.  Sburb took so much, but it couldn’t take that, and it can’t take what few memories I have left.  

You have been with me, your blood mingled with mine, your ectoplasm reformed into human shape in the same room, your hugs and kisses burned into my skin for far too long for me to let go of you.  

If my brothers or my best friend died today it wouldn’t stop them from being my brothers, it wouldn’t stop my love for them, and if they were resurrected elsewhere it wouldn’t stop me from trying to find them.

So after all this time, after searching for what was missing my entire life, after years of staring up at the stars and wondering why I was born on the wrong planet and who it was I was missing, why should I let go of you?  

I hope you remember.  I hope all of you remember.  The truth is, I don’t even want to let go.  I just tell myself I should because--I’m scared.  There are so many Daves and so few Kanayas, too few Jades and Johns that stray wildly from my canon, there are Terezis that hate me (there are lots of Terezis that hate me), there are--there are too many, and simultaneously too few.  And I’m scared that I’ll look and look and throw my life away and never make a dent in the ocean I’d cross to get to you all.