Having a body is super inconvenient when you can feel it dying around you imo. Why do i need to haul around this always-in-pain sack of flesh. I don't even remember the last time I was properly in it. Propaganda I tell you. Upload my consciousness to my nintendo ds already
o-willow-waly here. A few weeks ago I woke up to find my original blog suddenly deleted. I've tried to contact tumblr support about it since, but...let's just say I don't have much hope, since they haven't reached out to me after an initial email over a month ago. Main blog where i am saner (although by very little) is mentioned in my bio incase something similar happens to this one as well.
This blog discusses CSA and chronic illness. Mainly reblogs and posts where I feel I can add my two cents. I'm here because I have many questions and some answers, and also to dump the stuff I don't want on my main. Be mindful of your triggers and stay safe, everybody.
Just a few things:
If you think you somehow know me irl, no you do not.
If you feel that the themes of this blog make you uncomfortable, please feel free to block, and I say this especially with mutuals from my main in mind.
Asks are welcome. If you previously knew me on o-willow-waly, then you're aware that I do not get to them regularly, but I will try to answer the ones I deem appropriate.