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there-will-be-a-way · 9 months
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Today's affirmation:
Someone who enables my consumption is not my friend.
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cringelock · 3 months
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i think talking about “cope” within a tjlc context is hilarious at this point. i’m not on copium baby i’m on something worse! we moved beyond notions of cope approximately 4 years ago. blog theory and EMP have burned out like great stars and all that’s left is the hardest stringiest life forms. what anyone still riding this train has going on is much more complicated and personal than cope. i invented cope. after what i’ve seen there’s nothing cope could do for me. i stare into the eye of the storm with breathtaking awareness. i welcome entropy. “what else could they possibly mean by this?” is our equivalent of “what is the sound of one hand clapping?” almost a meditation on the nature of our state. there is no answer to this question, in fact the very lack of an answer is the point. cope is for those who still can shield their eyes, but we have been burdened with sight! i took an edible approximately three hours ago
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bpdcrybaby213 · 9 months
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This comment on Facebook 😂
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nikatyler · 2 months
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A lot of my main couples are like *the neurodivergent weirdo* and then their partner is like *the neurodivergent weirdo who functions a little better in the society*
Sure is interesting. Surely doesn't mean anything at all. Surely.
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When you can’t find fanart of you and your partner in your kin mems and irl mems like wdym there isn’t puppeteer x judge angel fanarts and what do you mean there isn’t any fanfics of them either :(
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ilynpilled · 1 year
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i dont post sketch/doodle dumps bc they tend to look like the psychotic wall scribbles of a maiden trapped inside of a tower but considering the show i was rewatching that quality is fitting
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lonelyshark · 2 years
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*lying to my therapist to avoid getting into a psychiatric ward* - a novel written by me
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diresang · 2 months
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            ❝ daddy's home, perras. ❞
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life-with-geo · 4 months
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The New Year
Hi. I'm Geo. I'm 17, mentally ill, and kind of wanting to get my story out there. I have too many hobbies to count, and enough interests that I could talk for hours and still not get through it all.
2024 is about to start, and too many things are supposed to happen this year. Graduating from high school, turning 18, and going off to college. Truth be told, I'm TERRIFIED. Fresh out of the psych ward and already being bombarded with so many different tasks and new things I have to do and experience.
I've been given coping mechanisms though, things that are supposed to help me get through these new and trying times. I suppose I'll write about a lot of that here. I've never blogged before, not once have I ever wanted to tell my story online, its kind of a spur of the moment decision, something for the new year.
Who cares if it's cringe? (Me. I care.)
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there-will-be-a-way · 10 months
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Still chilling in bed waiting to sober up. An hour ago I got checked again and was down to 1.25. Withdrawals already start to kick in. And I'm thinking about how drunk I really was all the time. Like, rn I feel sober but obviously I'm not. Also thinking about where to charge my phone. Where to shower. I went looking for a socket and found one down the hallway. I forgot to pack my shampoo. Hm.
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mihai-florescu · 1 year
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Sometimes I wonder if evil Tsumugi would've ever become what he is now if I hadn't given him a name.... Would he have this identity? Would he just be a fleeting thought, never to be talked of again? Will this become something like the womb war? So many speculations and questions and at the core of them is that, if evil Tsumugi didn't have an identity, would that be evil evil Tsumugi? Would the mirror of the mirror just reflect the original or is the evil mirror version already so warped that flipping his coin would result in yet another poor little meow meow that is a different flavour from the original....tsumuginception. if you will.
So many things just happened to fall in the right place at the right time...the original author making ooc tsumugi, me making fun of it, you naming him evil tsumugi (thus giving him an identity beyond his original purpose of being a nsfw x reader protagonist), then everyone else who has played along...they say it takes a village to raise a child. It takes a mutual circle to create a distinct character that can now stand on his own legs. And yet, evil tsumugi has a different shape in all of our heads, evil tsumugi isnt real but a reflection of our own wishes. He is anything we want him to be, as long as it's weird and keeps the legend alive. Evil tsumugi lives in all of us as long as we accept him and, unlike Frankenstein, i dont want to hide the monster we've created away.
In Mitski's words:
I am an evil tsumugi
And I am the evil and I am the tsumugi
And I am a witness watching it
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hey just saw the post about that cyb3r s1lly person and just so you know that they arent radqueer https://files.catbox.moe/esgkcj.webp <- gores stances in his pinned post (it states that gush is anti-contact with non-con paras and is anti-radqueer). also, paraphiles didnt originate from radqueer coining or labels, it is a persistent and recurrent sexual interests, urges, fantasies, or behaviors of marked intensity involving objects, activities, or even situations that are atypical in nature. this isnt trying to make you seem bad or anything its just that critter isnt a radqueer (and that you should probably delete that post so you wont make any misunderstandings), thanks.
Ah, sorry for that, thanks for letting me know. But there is something that you should know is that cyb3r is that gush is a proshipper. I think i've stated multiple times on my stance on proshippers, but just to remind everyone, I do not support proshippers or want them anywhere near my blog.
And just because paraphiles are different from radqueers, doesn't make them okay. Even if cyb3r isn't supportive of raqueers or whatnot, I don't think that making flags about necrophilia is a good thing.
cyb3r, if you (somehow) see this, i'm sorry for making any confusion and/or misunderstanding. I will delete the post. But, please respect my opinion and I don't want you to interact with my blog.
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bpdcrybaby213 · 1 year
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I liked this part of the book I'm reading, about being in the psych hospital. The book is good so far, it's about a girl with BPD. It's called, "On a Scale of One to Ten"
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iiyarada · 6 months
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It’s been one of those nights.
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la1npilledg1rl · 7 months
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Admitted into the Psych ward (pt 1)
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I remember the day I was admitted into to psych ward. The corridors were painted in baby green, white tile floors, white doors or no doors (none of which had a lock except the main one that lead outside). It was like entering another world, a very sad, depressing and peaceful world. Where you could actually be depressed... (if that makes any sense).
... The corridor to the left lead to the feminine dorms, 3 bedrooms, 3 white beds, 3 tiny white wardrobes, 3 white nightstands, 1 small white window in each room. The amount of white in that place was making me crazy (pun intended).
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I saw my mom leave the hospital through a window in the main living room. "Get out the window!" A nurse said. They had a rule about not getting close to the windows, even though they had thick glass, I couldn't break it even if I wanted to. My mom left me a bag with clothes, books, a notebook, and a pencil case. A nurse went through all of it, flipping my books and notebook, unfolding my clothes… She took my pencils (I couldn't have that) and pencil sharpener (understanding this one). I told her to take the eraser, I wasn't going to need it. I was left with 1 blue pen in a big pencil case and an mp4 that was hidden in my jacket pocket that they didn't went though, it was my salvation.
The nurses weren't very strict, most of the time they seemed more like ghosts. Just present. I could easily hide the earphones of the mp4 with my jacket and hair and spend hours listening to music and writing.
... The gave us so much plain food. At the time I didn't have an eating disorder so the nurses didn't bug me a lot about eating, but even for me that was too much food.
9- Breakfast (+ meds) 10:30- Snack 12- Lunch (soup, main dish, fruit + meds) 15h30- Snack 18- Diner (soup, main dish, fruit + meds) 20h30- Supper
... The girls with EDs had weigh ins 2 times a week, if they gained weight they had access to phone calls, visits, etc. Outside time was a perk, one of the biggest that most of us craved all the time. I was so numb most of the time that I just watched time pass.
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(I'm sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, English is not my main language.) xoxo
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