#rominaaccuratemoth

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My brainrot is far too advanced to be treated, and far too divine to be stopped.

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Taking Romina, Saint of the Bud to see Iron Lung

“This man,” she says, “He is, as you say—“

I nod, “Internet famous, a content creator”

She shakes her head, “No, the character. He is a wet little meow meow”

A tear forms in my eye, “I’m so proud of you,” I tell her

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Let’s be clear here

The rot of a person and the rot of an institution are two fundamentally different things

To rot as a person is a sign to make adjustments. It is a sign that change and transformation is necessary. And often it’s a sign that the change is coming, so be kind to yourself when you feel as though you are rotting

Rot in an institution, however, is a sign that it has stopped serving the people and ideals it was meant to stand for, and often something drastic must be done to right the course

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Hanging out with my friends

"So, how is living with Romina going"

"I've been teaching her a lot of internet lingo. I think she's starting to get it"

I motion towards Romina, Saint of the Bud, "Tell them what I showed you last night" Romina, Saint of the Bud laughs gleefully, "Toxic yaoi" My friends look to me with concern, and then back to her

"What was the name of the yaoi?" She beams, "Llamas with hats"

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Romina, Saint of the Bud called me cringe so I stole her Polearm and submerged it in hand sanitizer

She’s been crying for two hours now and I’m beginning to feel a little bad

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Dying to the Consort of Miquella for the 20th time

Romina, Saint of the Bud, “You’re bad at this”

I scoff, “As if you could do any better”

She gestures towards me, I hand her the controller with a smug expression

She throws the controller through my monitor, shattering it

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Explaining Romina, Saint of the Bud to my therapist

“Yeah like a day into the joke I actually made a post in my sleep and don’t remember doing it”

My therapist, nodding and scribbling what I must assume to be “escalation” on her clipboard underlined multiple times

“How do you feel about padded rooms?” she asks

Romina, Saint of the Bud, leans forward in her chair and asks, “Are they padded with rot?”

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My twin walks into my room

“Romina Saint of the Bud called me a twink”

I nod, “You are a twink”

He sighs “How does she know what a twink is”

“I taught her” I proclaim very proudly

“Stop teaching her things” he says

In the kitchen, Romina, Saint of the Bud, points at the dog, “TWINK”