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THIS LOVE IS GOOD
THIS LOVE IS BAD
THIS SERIES IS ALIVE BACK FROM THE DEAD
OH OH OH
THESE HANDS HAD TO LET IT GO FREE
AND THIS SERIES CAME BACK TO ME
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Deleting my dating apps because I want to meet someone the old fashioned way. (I'm riding in a carriage with a guy I don't want to marry but am supposed to pretend to be interested in when this kid is run over and then this doctor shows up and says the kid's leg needs to be amputated but I rather test out this new medicine and save his leg so I take the kid and the doctor back to my house and we perform a surgery together in the hallway while a bunch of people at my house including my family watch us because they are here for a party to look at art or something.)
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DAVID DAWSON & HARRY STYLES My Policeman (2022) dir. Michael Grandage
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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
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A journaling session followed by a little surprise from the angel beside us
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me when the disability disables me: oh what the fuck? this sucks. what the hell man!
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i am a lover. but underneath that i'm a hater. and then underneath that i'm a lover again
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i think everyone who's ever had migraines should be financially compensated forever btw
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we all joke about and objectify this man, but do we stop to think how sad his story is? he grew up friendless and ruthlessly bullied for being a literal genius. constantly picked on by his coworkers, and he’s never in on the joke. he’s always being laughed at, never laughed with because no one understands his existentialist humor. he never has plans or places to go on the weekend after work. he goes to work then goes to his lonely home with all his books to keep him company. on occasion, he haunts the chess table at the park or meets with an old professor. no one takes the time to appreciate his weird little quirks. no one took the time to ask him if he was okay after the several traumatic incidents he endured. no one takes care of him because everyone’s too busy leaving. he could be a male model, yet he’s never thought of himself as attractive. when he does find love, he’s brutally stripped of it before he can blink. spencer reid, the lonely genius who learned of love too late and loss too soon.
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me if being obsessed with older men was illegal
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