I just want to say thank you for helping us open up about factives. Esp Problematic ones.
We have a Ted Bundy factive and admittingly as a front stuck host i didn't let him front much, i don't hate him, i just let my fear get to me.
But slowly thanks to you and Thundershockz we have been letting go again. Now Ted Bundy fronts a little bit more along with Matthew. He's a gatekeeper and helps with psychosis, and he's became friends with our other factives.
I'm still a learning host, admittingly and embarrassingly a controlling one (accidentally), but i hope we can do better and i hope all factives can exist as themselves one day. I love you problematic and non factives /p
I'm glad that you, Ted, and Matthew have been able to grow. That's what I really want from this space.
Factives-- especially problematic-- being held back by a host who's scared is way too common a story. It's my story too. And I know it's because you're a good person that you did that. You don't want to seem like you liked or you were okay with the things Bundy did, so you try to hide him away.
I know that story. I feel like I've read it a trillion times because I've lived it. In the chapter I'm at now, the hiding hasn't really gone away yet. Luckily, I have enough freedoms now to chose when I want my identity hidden and when I want to openly be myself. It may not sound freeing, but it is. Its so freeing to be allowed to chose for yourself when you want to be yourself.
My advice to Ted: I'm not you. I don't know what it's like to be you and I don't know how things might be harder or easier for you than they are me. There's a Zac Efron portrayal of you. even if that isn't you, i reccomend trying your best to get some sort of connection to him. I know my blog is all about being yourself and being free, but that truly is only when it's safe to do so. When it's unsafe, portraying yourself through Efron can really be your best friend. I think Efron is less recognizable for his role as you as my actor is for his role as me. And through him, you can still have some kind of connection to yourself while staying safe.
To the host, I say there may be times when staying safe means you do have to hold Ted back a little. I don't know what your Ted is like, so I say this as almost an alternative to the "find a safer identity in Efron" thing. I don't say this to "go back on" what I have said in the past about caging alters, but I very commonly have to remind NPC that places may not be as safe for him to speak because he doesn't hide his identity in such places the way I do.
Also, Dont join Revenge /hj
You, Ted and Matthew are more than welcome to join the discord server if you want a completely safe and non judgmental place for Ted and Matthew, I know they're hard to find. Let me know if you're interested and can't find the link
Stay safe.
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i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.
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。゚゚・。・゚゚。
゚. May will bring blessings.
゚・。・゚
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You are going to laugh until your stomach hurts again. You're going to be in awe of a sunset. Watch your favorite show while you eat your favorite food. Find money on the street. Discover a great band you haven't heard of before. You will find your way back.
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ten years ago you were so scared of such different things, but you survived them anyway. the same goes for five years ago and two years ago. everything that has ever felt like a hurdle, you’ve passed through. so be afraid, identify your fears, and then allow yourself to remember that in just a little while, this will be another thing that you have overcome.
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
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friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me
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you will feel so alive again.. like so incredibly alive. i dont know when that will be but it will be. u are gonna feel so alive that ur cheeks hurt from smiling oh man oh man i promise that day is coming. you do have a future, you do have good things coming, and you’ll survive everything that’s thrown at you until you reach that day
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Here’s to 2023, a year of as many little courageous kindnesses as possible. ♥️
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be addicted to real dopamine
be in the present and notice those little things you never saw before, but that have always been there
experience new exciting things that bring you joy
love people, listen to them and create meaningful connections
make art and don’t label it as “good” or “bad,” just let your soul be free
stop scrolling on social media and start turning pages of an interesting book
do mindfulness meditation and feel your body and mind calming down
move your body, no matter how as long as you’re enjoying
listen to music that matches the moment you’re in
eat nourishing food, feel your stomach full without discomfort
get a good night of sleep and feel yourself ready for another day
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Problematic Factives you have to stop. Your smoke too tough. Your drip too hard. Your swag too different. Your bitch is too bad. They’ll kill you /copy /pos
And when they do, they will find that progress never dies
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you're not a monster. you're you. you're flawed, yes, but you're also incredibly alive. just human. real. capable of great things, capable of change and growth, too. don't define yourself by the inner critic lashing out at you. you're not your worst moments.
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you're allowed to celebrate even the smallest of your wins. any achievement is an achievement. any progress is progress.
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。゚゚・。・゚゚。
゚. April will bring blessings.
゚・。・゚
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No, you aren't "behind in life".
But, it's okay to grieve the time you spent surviving. The time spent trying to figure out what was wrong. The time spent healing to become a person again.
It wasn't your fault.
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