im like multiple guys in the sense that. so like im obviously me. but then sometimes... ok like no for real IM obviously me. not that guy, it's me. not that... there's another guy.... cuz im me.
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I get so frustrated by the ever constant doomer left winger who cant take a single win without having to post about how "well this changes nothing so dont bother celebrating." when it does in fact change something and your detached mindset is the bigger reason things dont change.
i feel like i talk a lot of shit on here but in reality i am full of hope and love and sunshine and rainbows
a part of myself is full of bottomless compassion and empathy and that applies to everyone including all of you internet strangers
yes even You. You Personally.
would anyone recommend doing the whole strawpage thing or is it probably for the best to not give people anonymous ways to interact with me
i do not want this to overtake my life lmao
the internal jukebox plays music in a way that would be a corny background music choice for a TV show
i can tell that sometimes it's just what a part wants to listen to but other times they're just like making a joke out of the current moment + idk how many parts even DO IT
idk why but i feel very anti-aesthetic. something about carefully curating a Vibe or Energy just feels malicious to me low-key. what are you hiding behind your cutesy rabbit pfp and sparkly letters.
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And all this is why you NEVER listen when they try to tell you that your voice doesn't matter. Because fascism thrives on apathy and helplessness. Change may be difficult, and justice may be delayed, but both are always possible.
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everyone hates on the south because they’re red but don’t take the time to realize the south is red because we are constantly gerrymandered and they make it impossible for minorities— ESPECIALLY POC— to vote, in rural areas most polling places are inaccessible
Parts. Self states. Headmates. Alters. Others. The voices. My guys. My gremlins. My brain. My little freaks. Bitches in my head. My brain worms. My ???s. Brain squatters. Them. You know, the guys. The cats and dogs smacking each other in my head. The children demanding snacks.
unknown part in front barely knows they exist and are piloted by parts in the back seat. we are literally a Sim. we are playing the Sims 24/7. i can't tell if we suck at this game or not.
the moment i could tell i was starting to get interested in my husband for real was when i was like. ok buddy. here's my history of what's wrong with me. if u can handle that then we're smooth sailing but lemme just make sure im not wasting my time.
"ur still not over that? we were kids and i didn't mean to be mean to u"
i get that but unfortunately my brain has internalized how you treated me and now i constantly live with the worst version of you and it will take a lot of therapy to undo. sorry if i am a little distant.
also to the ppl w priv accounts i follow i do see ur tweets but i honestly have no clue how to respond to most emotional thoughts without therapizing so i just keep it moving
am i supposed to like tweets that are like "blowin my shit shmoove off" or what do i even do
front area is like a blank canvas and the Voices are constantly throwing tomatoes (the most random ass memories) at it









