i have booped many but no one has booped me in return

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fuck the idea that i deserved to be singled out for pain when i was born a complete, beautiful human being with so much fucking goodness in me. i was let down over and over and i did the best any kid could. my efforts may have looked inadequate from the outside but i know they were actually miraculous, magical. all the things i did to get by. i worked so fucking hard to stay safe and be good to others, and i will never abandon myself to other people's callous, stupid, ignorant judgement ever. again. from this moment on i will live in constant acknowledgment of my intrinsic beauty and worth.

shout out to people who were dirty, weird, neglected kids with behavioral problems. To kids who emulated the dysfunction their caregivers taught them, who bewildered people and elicited discomfort, whose pain and desperation caused others to recoil instead of help. i see your wholeness, dignity, and beauty

People are too comfortable casting broad aspersions on the critical thinking skills of others. We can't ALL be the ones complaining from the outside, we either have to ask ourselves if it might be us or admit that reasonable people can occasionally disagree

the rush of peace i feel as i scroll past filtered content mentioning taylor swift, not having had to know anything about it at all

just graduated summa cum loudly

I actually love the idea of shallow people thinking I'm ugly. I hope I'm so ugly it ruins your day. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it and that thrills me

me: *innocently writing smut*

my brain: what would your family think of you if they could see this? your fifth grade teacher? your great aunt? your high school english teacher? your grandfather? your childhood sunday school teacher? your

i'm starting with the clown in the mirror, i'm asking him to change his ways

imagine if a large segment of society just decided one day that left handed people aren't real, they're just faking it for attention. they're just doing it for the special scissors.

going into subspace when the pharmacist gives me a shot

you really do have to be some level of unnecessarily fucking rude to be an active poster on this site huh

hope and despair, two guards at two doors. one always lies and the other always tells the truth, but you don't know which is which.