I miss X... I wanna introject them...
no ones ever done that willingly though its always been involuntary.. we split easy to hopefully it wont be too hard... :')
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I miss X... I wanna introject them...
no ones ever done that willingly though its always been involuntary.. we split easy to hopefully it wont be too hard... :')
oh so when i have a powerset that’s just blatant meta godmodding i’m a “mary sue“ and “bad writing“ and this is grounds for harassment on many fanfiction websites but when Dee Jay Kaktus writes an oc like this, it’s a tour de force and wonderful writing and we can powerscale this guy no problem 🤨
ok just zoned out for forty fucking minutes. have not eaten or answered any of the philosophical questions our existence implies
in platonic love with our glass who just saw something with the words “prisoners dilemma” on it and spontaneously manifested in front before launching into a rant about how HMM how come tumblr doesn’t spend all this energy on being sanctimonious on OTHER popular thought experiments when surely you can come up with a bullshit thesis that lets you abdicate responsibility on most anything—
obsessed with the progression of everyone else pushing us out on the assumption that we would have something to say on the whole personhood thing or whatever and learning in rapid succession (1) we have surprisingly little to say, actually (2) we are in one of those mental health states where we really shouldnt be allowed to talk to anyone outside (3) oops its gonna take like an hour to extract us from the front now
I hate everyone else in the system what the fuck is “headspace work“. “interior design“. back in my day we didnt have a house at all or “sleep” or “eat” and we LIKED it that way
its really ironic that i am SO BAD at my own words considering i was made as the Writing One but like someday you all will get that poem about my relationship to and general frustration with aromanticism as a community in relation to the fact that i am not human and debatably not a person