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churchcrabs · 11 months
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thinking of how beomgyu teases yeonjun and soobin about their age, calling them old etc and how he would do the same with older co-worker!reader so much so that you'd think he thinks of you as an old hag. you blow up in his face one day after he gets on your nerves about having a crush on the new hire, saying shit like "wow i didn't know people your age still had a sex drive" and making really distasteful jokes, telling you that if you wanted it that bad he could've done you a solid and fucked you which just made you lose it, pushing him against his desk and ordering him to know his place, telling him that you'd never let a dumb boy like him lay a finger on you and that you need a man to keep up with you which just makes him pout and sulk, whining about how he can make you feel good and to just give him a chance and that's when you finally realize that the idiot has a massive crush on you and somehow thought teasing you was the way into your pants
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neurodivergenttales · 11 months
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I feel like I’ve betrayed the younger version of me by not being able to remember my childhood, what she enjoyed, what she did, how she sounded, not being able to connect to her.
I feel like a severed story, completely detached from the last versions of myself.
So I never really feel human.
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depressedvibe · 2 years
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I'm annoyingly restless but also exhausted.
I cannot stand up but I cannot sleep either
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azrael-is-haunted · 11 months
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Literally everyone IRL: Hey, do you remember (something mundane, like whether a sign said something or what somebody said to do at work)? Me, unintentionally miming a deer in headlights: I, uh... don't remember anything right now. *dial-up sounds*
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dollparts-3016 · 6 months
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hoshii11 · 10 months
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Is it just me or when you get sick Hallucinations and Auditory Hallucinations just get worse? Because for me the more drained and tired I am, the worse my schizophrenia gets. I also get a lot of brain fog that makes me dissociate much more frequently. I hate being sick.
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MY DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY POEM : Within one body, many souls reside, A fractured mind, with secrets to hide. Personalities shift and identities blend, A puzzle of memories that never seem to end.
One moment, a child with innocence pure, The next, a warrior, strong and sure. A protector, a victim, a rebel, a clown, Each one fighting to wear the crown.
A world of chaos, confusion, and pain, Lost in a labyrinth of the mind's terrain. A life fractured, shattered, and torn, A constant battle, from dusk till dawn.
But amidst the turmoil, a flicker of hope, A chance to heal and learn to cope. To find a way to unite the fractured soul, And make the pieces whole.
So here's to those with DID, May you find the strength to be free. To embrace each part of who you are, And shine bright like a shooting star.
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bpdcrybaby213 · 2 years
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Do you ever dissociate when you're doing tasks? It happens a lot to me. I can't remember what I just did. I just robotically go through the motions of tasks but I'm mentally not there. It's the worst when cooking. I just had that issue after showering. I got everything done, then went to my room and was asking myself if I did certain things because I can't remember very well. I think I did. I just know my mind wasn't there. It's really awful when people try to talk to me and they just think I'm rude for not listening.
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jckpoetry · 2 years
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“Dissociation”
How do you address the living,
when you can’t hear your own name?
The heart is pumping and the body moving,
but where is the brain?
Vision is blurry and mind is auto-piloting
A walking purgatory
J.C.K
IG&FB: @jckpoetry
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griffith-ass-mf · 8 months
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But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I'll never get used to being alive. It's a mystery. Always startled to find l've survived.
- John Steinbeck, from Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters
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alienmustdie · 2 years
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Eu desisti de uma vez por todas. Desisti de tentar melhorar e ficar bem, eu ja entendi que isso nunca vai acontecer comigo, as coisas podem até melhorar por um tempo, mas depois tudo volta pior do que estava antes. Eu não aguento mais passar por tudo isso calado, sem poder desabafar com alguém, porque tudo isso é ridículo e vergonhoso, passar por tudo isso só quer dizer que eu sou um lixo fraco sem forças para absolutamente nada. A terra não me quer mais aqui, o universo deve estar conspirando contra mim porque ele deve me odiar também, igual todos ao meu redor, todos que me jogam e me largam como se eu fosse um nada, e eu sei que eu sou exatamente isso, um nada inútil que não merece nada de bom na vida. 
O mundo não me quer mais, ele também esta me rejeitando, e eu vou começar a rejeitar ele também, e eu espero conseguir ir até o fim com o meu plano suicida. Porque eu já não me importo mais com nada mesmo, não ligo se vou sangrar até morrer, ou se vou me espatifar no chão após me jogar de um lugar alto. A unica coisa que eu ainda me importo é com a dor, a dor que eu sinto todos os dias quando acordo e quando vou dormir, aquela dor que sempre vai mas logo após volta pior do que antes, a dor que ja me matou faz tempo, e agora a unica coisa que eu sou é um corpo vazio vagando. Eu já morri por dentro faz muito tempo, a unica coisa que falta fazer é eu matar esse corpo vazio, com certeza não vai fazer diferença nenhuma para ninguém, eu vou ser só mais um no meio de muitos outros que cometeram suicídio para conseguir acabar com aquela dor inacabável e agoniante.
Perdi completamente todas as minhas esperanças que restavam, eu sei que nunca fiz diferença nenhuma aqui, ninguém nunca se importou e agora eu também deixei me importar. Espero que a morte me consuma e me leve daqui o mais rápido possível.
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lnsectica · 1 year
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nothing feels real anymore. nothing feels real a̴n̴y̶m̴o̷r̶e̶.̴ ̷ n̴o̷t̵h̴i̶n̶g̶ ̶f̴e̵e̴l̷s̸ ̷r̶e̷a̴l̸ ̴a̷n̵y̷m̵o̶r̵e̵.̵ n̴͈͋͝o̷̤̐͘ť̷͔̍͜h̴̨͍̽i̷̠̽n̷̪̿̈g̶̡̅͜ ̴͙̤̆̏f̶͕͎̄̚e̸̹̺͠ė̷̙͌l̸̗͔̓͛s̷̞̃ ̸͉̪̏ȓ̶̲ë̵̯́a̴͈̅l̴̘͝ ̸̙̓a̷̗͐̀ṉ̴͗̂y̸̯̓m̷̛̺͕̌ò̶̳̿r̵̡̓͆ẻ̵̩ͅ.̴̢̽ ̶̖̓̈́ ̸ ̶n̷̯̈ö̶̲́t̵̿͜h̷̩͠i̵̱̕n̶̙͝g̷̨͆ ̷̪̎f̶̱̏é̶̖ë̸͔́l̷̦̋s̷̩̾ ̴̮̉r̶̞̾e̴̩̓à̴͕l̸̖̃ ̸̉͜a̸̦͆ñ̸̠y̸͉͘ḿ̶͍ö̴̢́r̶̜̒e̷̫̊.̶̫͘ ̸̭̔n̷̥͝o̷̤̓t̷̛̻ḣ̴̭i̷̗͊n̶̢̈́g̶͔̿ ̷̻̈́f̸̧̌e̴̤͘e̸̥͘l̷͍̂s̵͕̀ ̵͇̄r̸̨̈e̴͎̕a̶͓͆l̷̜̆ ̴̡̛a̶̖͋n̴̞̆y̸̻͆m̷̜̃o̶̭͌r̶̬̓e̸͓͝.̵̻͒ ̷͋n̵̻̚o̶̝̽t̴̪̜͋̇ĥ̸̭͘i̶͙̚n̷̜̈́g̷͚̒ ̶̼͇̽f̶̣̋e̶͚̓̇e̵͓̋͛l̶̫̿̐s̶͙͉͑̓ ̸̭̀͘r̵̠̟͘e̶̥̙͝a̸̯͚͆͑l̴̗̐̎ ̶̱̗̓a̴̜̋̓n̷̞̒̕y̶̭̦̽̎m̵̙̎̆o̷̟̓r̵͖͇̀e̶̝̅ͅ.̸͚͝͠ ̵͎̃̈n̶͕͛o̶͉̫̔̓̽t̴̲̬͈́͐͑ḧ̴̨͔́͝i̸͖͒̄́n̶̺̭͚̈́̀g̴͎͊̀̏ ̴̯̰͛͒͗f̶̻̀̊̈́e̷͚̬͗̐̿ͅè̵͇̘l̵͍̏̃̃s̸̺͛̀ ̴̺̓̒r̷̨̯̟̉́é̸̡̟̼a̶͚͋́l̶͇͛̽̃ ̴͎̖͔̾a̷̹̟͗͂̇n̸̢̘̔y̷̠͝m̸͉̐ỏ̶̖̄͘r̶͚̈́̈͘e̶̻̹̬̓.̴̝̩̈́͜ ̸̗̩͚̈́ n̶̳͍̅̅͌o̴̦͂̏͊t̴̻͐̄̈́͝h̴̥̀ị̶̡̰͛̇̀̕ǹ̸̡̫̞̮̇̆͂g̷̗̽͝ ̶̢͉̼͐͜f̵̛͍͈̯͛è̴̤̐͘ę̴̱̋ḽ̴̜̽̀͘͜s̴̭̖̯͓̿ ̵͍͒͂͐̕r̶̪͙̰̭̓̂e̵͈̱̠̺̅̄͒̀a̸̼͓̟̩̾l̵̡̨̲̆̌ ̶͚̤͓̽ä̷̘̖́n̸̳͕͝y̴͇͐̑̀̚m̷̧̲̱̱͒͒ọ̶̾r̸̨̗̩̂̍̈ë̷͇͉̕.̸̥̳͚̀͗́ ̶̥̟̖͛̈́͝ͅn̶̲̫̞̍̈͝o̸̬̓t̷̨̍̈́̒́h̵͇̒̐̓̈́ỉ̶͕͛̔̓͝n̵͇̠͔̙̂g̸̼͆ ̷̡͙̖͓̍̏̈͘f̸̢̀̈́̑͝͠ḙ̵̐̌̓̕ȩ̸͚͓̪̀͒ļ̸̞͗̍͝s̵̤̎̃͠͠ ̴̧͕̗͉̽̊͆̚r̴̠̳̻͘é̷͉̱̹͒͌̽̚͜a̴̳̙̙͍͐̓͋̕ͅl̵͕͎̠̹͋̽̾ ̴̦̋̄͗͠ä̵͍̪́̏͊͜͝n̵̨̗̽͐y̶̤̮͈͚̎̓̽m̴̩̼͇͂ȯ̷̜ȑ̷̬̟̂̔̔̾ë̸͎͖̑̚.̵̦̈́͑̾ ̸̲̄͌n̶̲̫̞̍̈͝o̸̬̓t̷̨̍̈́̒́h̵͇̒̐̓̈́ỉ̶͕͛̔̓͝n̵͇̠͔̙̂g̸̼͆ ̷̡͙̖͓̍̏̈͘f̸̢̀̈́̑͝͠ḙ̵̐̌̓̕ȩ̸͚͓̪̀͒ļ̸̞͗̍͝s̵̤̎̃͠͠ ̴̧͕̗͉̽̊͆̚r̴̠̳̻͘é̷͉̱̹͒͌̽̚͜a̴̳̙̙͍͐̓͋̕ͅl̵͕͎̠̹͋̽̾ ̴̦̋̄͗͠ä̵͍̪́̏͊͜͝n̵̨̗̽͐y̶̤̮͈͚̎̓̽m̴̩̼͇͂ȯ̷̜ȑ̷̬̟̂̔̔̾ë̸͎͖̑̚.̵̦̈́͑̾ ̸̲̄͌n̷͙͈̅́̎͊͠ͅo̷̪̜̱̦͍̓͆̚t̸͈̪̹̗͕̯̑͂̍̊̾͝ẖ̴͖͙̅͑̐i̴͓͈͗̎͂́͊̊n̴͖̻͍̈́͋ǵ̵̦̭̳̝̮̾͝ ̶̛̰̈́̀̀͛̾f̷͙̞̼̩̞͛̐́̚ͅę̸̮̠̃̐̀̚͝͝e̴͙͐̓̐l̸͈̂́͌́̏̚͜s̶̞͇̯̞̍̏͆̆̅ ̷̛̠̓͌̔̎͝r̶͙̖͈̍͑é̵̹̫͍͎͕̤̀͘a̵̻̫̯͔͖̿̍̑̂͒̊͜l̸̨̲̣̞̖̊̑͗̈́ ̸͕̟̳̟̩̕͜ǎ̴̦̘̖͖̬̹̓̋̚ǹ̶̡̤̯̈̔ẙ̷͙͈͓̾͂̔͑̓m̴̹̻̯͎̊͜ō̴͉͚͛̇r̸̪͕̠̦͌̑e̷͍̋̈̆̏͋͠.̶̗̀̅̚ ̸̤̓́̀̂͌n̷̡̢̨͕̳̗̲̮̎̌̂̇ơ̶̛̖͓̪̣̠̼̜̼͓̙̌̉́̓̌͐̒̈́̔̇̄́͛̉͛̉͋t̶̨̰̰͈͖͕̊̒̐͊̊̐̏͋h̴̛̲̮̞̆̎̌̏̉̐̈́̊͑͋͑̕͝i̴̢̨̺̞̗̫̭̺̱̫̜̲̰̿̐̊̍͗̾͊̿͜͝n̵̮͙͍͒̉͑̉g̷͖̱̘̜̝̠̻͙̺̾͛͂̒̓̈́͐̈̀͝ ̵̡̨̳̠̲̼̫̺̠̰̓̑̌̔̄̒̇̕̚͜f̷̟̫͓̳̯̍̽́̄͑̀̑̆͜ë̸̛̛̩͈̗́͐̿́͐͌̈̏̋͐̕͠e̵̢̛̛͎̩̳͖̗̎͑͊̈͠l̸̢̙̪̩̯͇͙̜̬̺͕̆̾̔̂̓̕͝s̷͕͕̻̉̒̈́̇ ̷̳̥͖̪̰͇̥̠͔͓̭͇̲̣̔͛͋̔̆̄͜͠r̶̛͙̮̟̫̱͖̘͈̪̘̮͛̎̋̐̓̔͠ͅe̸̠̗̖̙̱͍͈̯̭̫͕̪̮̩̳͍̦̔̌͂̋̈̈́̐͜͜a̴͈̺̠͇̯̮͉̫͎̓̊̓͋̿l̵̛͕̳̻̖͆ ̵̡̝̺̘̬̯̝̬̩͖̱̦̺̟̘̙͕̓̎̊̅̂͑̈́͋̋̎ͅa̶̛͓̞̥͓̮̻̜͌̽̊̃̈̂̇̍̆̍͊̆͘n̴̬̋͒̅̏̃̀̆͊͊̚y̸̨̧̨̺̣̻̪̬͕͚͈̜̖̰̑̔̀͋͗̓m̵̛̗͙̻̬̯̞̣͕̲̤̠͖̙̮͍̜̅͑̾̈́͂̀͆͜͜ö̶̧̻̮̘̺̘̙̞̬̲̪͓̞́̒̈́ͅͅr̷͖͎͇̙͓͇̺̭̓̑͛̌̂͛͗̅̈́̀̊̾͜͠é̸͇̥̣̰̞̘̗͊͆̏̊̂͋̀̆̕̕͝.̴̢̧̢̢͈̖̜͙͕̙͙̝͉͎̰̈̑̎̀͊ͅ ̷̢̜̙̖̠̮̣͍̤̤͎̣̣̱̲͠n̷̡̡̠̬͉̦̟̖̖͖͓̈̀̿̏́̀̓́̎͋̀̍̈́̾̀̊͐́̍̀́̚͘̚͝ơ̷̡̢̦̙͇͚̥̙̙͉̩͕̜̞̼̰̤̝̙̼̰͐͌̎̔̿͒̇͋̉́̀́̓̆̏̿̀͊̕͝͝ͅt̴̛̛̑͊͊̽̽̉̅̋̈́̀͛̀̅͑̑̂̀͘͘͜͜͠ͅh̵̢̛̭̪͎̲̱͔̙̦̣̮̗̹̮̞͚̮͔͔͉͇͎̒̉̾̅͐̿̆͐̏̽̆̉̈́̉̑͘͝͝ͅĩ̶͈͕̦̜̦͚̭̬̳̐͝n̶̢͓̺̬̖̮͕̙̭͇̞̘̾̆̓̒͗̈́̀̓̊̏̚͜͜͜ģ̷̨̢̛͇͓͇͚̺̜̭̙͕̦͔̻̼̞̯̦͔͕͙̰̜͔̖̔̃͆͂̓͋̈́̐̉̒̊̃̽̀̌̆̾̂̍̕͘͝͝͝͝͝ͅ ̴̫͉̪̹͈͈̪̱͍̯̟̦͍͚͕̻̤̖͇̦̮̱̇̓̏̄̀͑̎̉̍̑̓̅̈́̾̽̄̊̇̇̀̀͆̈̏͆͘͜͜͠͠f̴̢̧̢͙̖̬̣̝̹̙̟̑̓̍e̴̹̩̱̫͌̇̈́̑̑̉́̾̈́̋̿́̀͑̂͆͗̎̿̉͌̈͊̈́͌̕͠͝ě̴��͇̙͕̥̝͇̥̜͚̬̝̽́̀̇͗̀̓̍̽̐͐̔͑͌̓̆̀͆͊̇̈̉̚͜͜͜͝͝͝l̷̡̡̢̛̥͖͎̳͔̥̜̣͉͛̔̈̓̎̊̋̇̑̈̀̆̎̀͗̈́͗̅̕͘͘̕͝͠ş̸͎̘͔̟͈̜̰̰̟̘͖̼̬̗͇̹̠̹̥͍͎͑̽̉̋̐́̃͑̎ ̶̝͉̰͕̍r̴̗̆̒͌̇̏̄͂͂̿̋̽͆̔͊͠͠͠ë̴̡̮͙̣̼́̾̐͗͌̆̑̃̃́̿̑̃̎̐́́̚̚͝á̷̤͍͖͈̰̜̪̳̳͓̫̟̔̌̅̽̿̚͜ͅļ̴̘͔̬̼̰͎̩̦̻͉͔̰͕̀͋͐̇̇̂̔̈́̒̌̾̀̊͆̊́́̐̍͋̕͘͝ ̸̛͇̱̣̳̱̲̤͇̘͔̝̥͔̟̽̌͛̆̒͊̃̇̾͋̉̀̔̆͑͛̏̂̓̃̄̾̚̚͝ͅà̴̡̡̢̳̱̥̱̺̫̣̣̹͂̈́̐̓̈́͛̎͌̃̊̆͂͋̒̒̾̃̎̉̚͠͠͝n̸̢̪̲͇͎̟̼͉͕͈̪̮̮͇̞̲̩͔̼̖͉͆̐̌̓̓̓́̊͂̈́͂͑̅͆̄̾̆̍́͂̕͜͜y̵̡̛̗̟̥̺͇̰͙͈̰̋͂̈́͋̓̌́̂̍͑́͋̈́̍̇͐̆́͂͑͑͒̀̕̚͠͝m̴̟̖̘̖̺̻̩̗̤̬̅̆̈́̐̑̀̍̎͛̐̑̐̎̎̈́͂͗̔̉͌̀̔̅̕͘͜ò̸̧̡̹͓̪̼̝͈̜̠̙͖̳̌͐͑̀͑̏̑̋̈́͆̂͒̾̊͆̏̉̂̅̏͛͌̀͠͝͝͠r̸̢̛͙͎̬̮͔͓̣̓́͂͌̈́̑̉͝ė̶͙̥̹͎̖̻̝͙̜͎͉̃̈́͑̀̾̀͗̋͂̆͂͊̎͑̉͊̓̅͑͘͠͝͝.̷̨͔͈̙̜͈̫̫̱̄̋̃̓͆͘͠ ̵̨̡̡̩̥̦͎̝̗̗͕̟̱̜̦̮̗͕̗͇́̇̑̕͜͜ ņ̶̯̫̰̱̥͈͕͚̯̱͔̣̥͕̤̜̜̭̪̫̱̩̖̞̤̜̹̂͂̈͛̓̋͂͆̓̿̍̉̚̕͝ȯ̸̡̝̱̦̦͎̰͍̺̤̜̫̗͈͖̹̳̭̙̠̣̯̬̣̮̱̹̘̤͂̌̔͜ṫ̶̛̬̘̣̣̜̣͔̬̬̬̄̆̀̃̊͐͒̅̋̑̅̑̄́̑͝ḩ̸̢̟̙̭̠͍̜̗͉̝̱̼̰̥͌͋̅̈́͛̔̀͛̔̿͐͛̔̂͑͊̇̇̈̋̈͛̍̽̕̚͝͝͝͝ͅi̸̧̡̨̢̛̹͚̪̟͍̬͇͔̝̭̟̳̖̣͇͎̫̤̞̦͖̙͛̍̃͜ͅn̵̢̡̧͉̻̯̤͔̪̪͕̻͔͚͍͍̤̑̊͐͆̐̓̽̓̾͜g̶̞̝͛̈́̍͑̑̃̒͋͜͜ ̶̧̛̩̹̼̙̾͗̋́͜f̵̙̦͈͓̗̪̮͚̹̣̙̏̆̾̂̓̈́̓͜e̴̛̖͖͔̜̝̿͑͒̓̅͛̀̽̈́̑́͑̉̌̎̑́̿̒̈̊̌͗̅̕̕͝͝ͅe̶̡̨͔͉̫̭͇̻͚̱͙̜̱͎̮͍͇̱̩̫͔̺̯͚̭̽̈́͐̐̾͝l̵̡̪͖͙͖̠̲̜͖̱̲̪͉̮̠̞͐̒̑̈́̈́̽̇́͜͝ş̴̨̢̳̜͔̩̻͈̟̼̟̺̳͍͖̙̻͚̜̺̺̝̗̞͈͗̑̄̒͒̅̈́͛͘̚̚ͅ ̷̢̛̝͇̺̩͇̜̩̙͔̖̟̤͇̳̥̱̐̾͊̂̎̒̓̑̊̋̄͛́́̌̄̀̕͠͝͝r̶̀́̏̓̌̓̀̀̏̏͛̾̇̕��̛͇͙͛̃̏̆͛̆͗͂̃͘̚e̶̼̬͂̎̈́̊́͆̏͐̔̌̓͆̆̃͘̕͝͝a̴̧̧̨͉̯͕͙̣̤͓̦̯̖̟̥͋͊͛͐ͅͅl̴̨̢̛̯̙̦̭͔̝͈̰͙̈̓̊̀̿̿͂͋̌̔̈́̾̾͝ ̴̢͔̭̬̺͈̬̯̩̫̙̅̔̽́̈́̓̽́̆̒̐ͅa̵̧̲͉̜͙͈̹͔̜̤̞͙̥͑̑͗̏́̿̀̆̌͊͐͐̂̌̏͌̆́̈̃͑̾̍̔̕͜͝͝n̵̡̨̡̻̼̝͔̙̮̘̯̻̖̟͉̮̜̞͖͉̰͖̦̭͓̤̗͉̏̆͂́͌̃́̓̇̔̾̀̄̂̾̕ͅy̶̡̢̧̩͇̟̣̪̤̦̱̗͍̖̯̖̤̜͋͗̉̎̓́̃̑͌̍̋͆̌̆̀̐̇͊̽̌̈̒͋̔̔͊͐͘͜͠m̵̨͎̗̦̟̲͈͕̙̩̩̑̓̎̓̑o̵̡͙̱̜̭̗͔͐̽͐̏̆͛̊̉̔̉̔̽͛̈́̈̓͐̈́͝r̵̨̡̪̙̥̬̩̙̦̖̻̝̜̱͉̹̤̭̞̞̹̲̓̈́́͊̂̎͂͒͛̃̿̆̓͒̍͜͝ȩ̶̨̳͕̣̟̝͖̜̺̻͔̟̹̜̫̪̂́̓̋̆̊̈̒͑̈́͛̀͌̈́̿͊͛̐͆͊̿̚.̶̨̣̯̰̙͉͓̻̻̰̽̂̐̈́̀̏̾͝ ̶͚̼̜̦̞̥́͑̌͗͒̏͆̊́̍̚̚͜͝ͅņ̶̧̛̳̼̭̳̲̮̯͚̺͖͙̦̠͍͔̫̹̼̳̤̩̜̯̹̙̮̗̭͔͚̞̘͚̗͓̻̟̾͒̋͌̐͗̀́̇̊͛̄̽͊̈́̒͌̎́͛̿̇̓͐̆̌̃̂̕͝ͅͅo̴̢̢̨̧̧͔̭̠̲̩͓̘̱͔̝̞̜̪̮̠͓͔̠̬̜̯̳̯̬̱͓̘̤͎̍̓͛̆̈́͋̑͐͜ţ̶̧̛̼͙͉̞̮͖̰̥͎̩̫͕̹̟̙̻͎͖̺̲̥̪̗̜̘̮̲̰͎̦̻̱̯̜̟̱̤̻̳̩̤̺̤̞̗̫̳̋͛̅̈́̈́͂̀̽̾͊̏̏͐̌͌̀̓̏̑̐͌̈́̓̿̏̈͛́͆͒̂͊̔̒̄̆̏̐̔̔̌̈̍͘͘h̸̼̃̎̀̀͐͋̆́̇̌i̴̢̧͎̩̥͙͖͓̤͎̲͉̼͛̾̑̽̑͌͜n̸̡̡͈̼̪̠̣̳̠͉̮̗̞̤̗͉͙͎̈́͜͜ͅģ̵̮̣̅̃̀́̆̈́̔̆̃̏̍̐̎͘̚͠ ̶̛̛͉̞̲͙͎̮̰̪͇͕͉̺͍̺͙̻̯̺̝̝̬̪͚͎̭̪̖̦̻̞̦̜͆͌͗̉̉̔̉͋̏̒̀̀̄̎̉͒̍͐͑̉̽̾̀͂͂̿̌̈́̽̄̎͊̈̆̄̓̏̒̾̀̈́̕̕̚͘͜͝͝͝ͅf̴̧̛̬̣̮̙͉̣̘̟̲̭̫̈́̊̓̀̿̂̎͒̌͘͜e̸̡̺̫̣̭͚̦̣̖̲̰̳͆̔̅̋͌̈̊̎̆̀͆͘͜͜͝͠e̶͉̫̝͖͔͍̺͕̹͓͍̲̗̔̃̀̽̕͜ļ̸̢̦͓̣̜̠̦̪̖̗̭͚̰̹̍̂͐͑̊̈̽̆̔̈́͌̏͂̈́̓̆̚͝s̸̡̡̡̧̨̝̙̖̠͉͉̻̳̩̦̯̲̩͇̯̜͉̞̣͍̲̃̈́͌̓̋͗̽͊̉̏͗̑̔̈́̇̓̄̊̆̃̐͗̈͂͒̈́̀̎̕͝͝ͅͅ ̷͚͐̐̓̐͆̒̌͛̊̾͆͐̄̽̔͛͋͂̓̒͆̚͘͝r̸̢̢̨̧̛̛̮̙̥͔̭̲̜̻͉̜͎͓̮̮̟͙̞͇̖̮̬͙̫̰̮͚̝̺͍̤͇͕̭̠̼̗̻̓͂̐͌̄́̓͐͒͑̍̎͑͌̓̒́̈́̏̌͂́́̔̎̊͐̾́̀͂̀͊̾̀͑͆̅̈́͊̀͘͘͠ę̷̛̮̣͉͚̮̖̭̜͎̖̮̰̗͇͇̯̱̺͓̲̙͙͔̙͖̣͔͔̪̲̀̍͒͐̎̄̑͒̋͂̊̈́̌͛̏̆̄́̈́̊͆̽̊̅̅̈̑͛͛̍͛̓̋̆͆̊͑̊͒̏͐͘͘a̶̢̨̡̡͉̰͓̻͇̲͔͖̱̞̮͙̯͕̩̜̦̙̳̮̭͎̜̼̼̘̺͙̟̪͙̞̦͚͉̰̍͒̀͗̾͗͐̆͗͋́̍̏̌̿̈́̃͆̃̐̅͛̑͌̓̋̈́͑͛̀͑̑̚̚͘̚͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅͅļ̷̣̩̥̯̲͍͔̖̰̹̟̱̝̼̜̯͔̾̔̏̉̂̇̿̃͑̽̒̒̌͌̏̂́́̑̾͌̕͘͜͝͝ ̶̡̨̡̠̝̗̦̯̳̪̱͓̼̰̇͐̔̀̑̍̋̈́̎́̇̆ą̵̨͖̫̯̥̯͇̪̞͈̦̳̬͎̭̗̯̺͕̦͚̪̜͚̞̟̹̗̫̗̤̬͎̞̻͖̱̣̞̗̯̾̄̇ͅņ̴̢̟̠̺̪̫͖̺̩̫̠̅̓͂̍̄̀̕̕̚͝͝y̴̘͛̓̋̔̓̂̉̉̌̊̇̑̀̓͂͆͜͝͝͝m̶̧̖̖̮͎̺̖̲͇̀̆̐́͋͒̾̈́̉̓͋̃̎̋͂͐̐͒͂͛̐̉͐̈͂͌̊͋̃̚̚̚͠͠͝͝͝ȍ̵̗̓̅̓̈̊̈́̈́̈́ͅȓ̷̢̢̝̼̠̯̫̞͓͖̞͚̲͍̜͓̼̘̜͎̹͙̤̳̱̹̺̝̠̦̹͒̆̃̌̍̈́͑͛̍̏̈͊̐͂̃͌̚͘͘ͅẹ̴̛̞̝̊̄̃͊͗́̈͐̍̅́͛̑̆̿̽̓̄̈́́̉̀̊͌̌̀̔̆̕̚̕.̴̡̭̗̪̥̹͓͚̟͕͓͓̜̤̋̂́̉͒̀ͅͅ ̶̨̨̧̨̢̡̡̛̛̭̠̮̙̰̠̜̮͇̩͔̮͕͔̝̙͕̟͓̻̟̬̘̰͍̀́͌̽̄̉͛̉̆̓̎͂̂̉͗̀̋͛͗̏̇̐͒̏͆̇̿̊̽̀̉̐̚̕̚͘͠ͅ
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neurodivergenttales · 5 months
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notgirlconcept · 1 year
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awareness
i am well aware
this is a temporary experience
i am not this body
i am not this brain
i observe
but this body and brain
in which i am presently attached
lure me in
they feel everything too much
grasping violently
looking to me for solace
who am i to tell you
what to do
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iammany · 1 year
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I don't think I've been awake this entire week and honestly that's very girl boss of me
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