‘me too’ U will never be him. U could only hope to achieve his level of whimsy and light. he likes being called good boy because he IS a good boy. u just have a boner. look at him. his boner is in his heart
used to hate having emotions bigger than my earthly body until I looked back at times when I got overwhelmed with happiness and love towards those around me. as much as the lower frequency emotions get to me, it also allows me to hold as big of a space for the higher ones.
Deeply disturbed by a video showing a Rohingya child being assaulted while crying for his mother. No child should ever face violence, humiliation, or abuse.
Malaysian authorities to investigate, hold those responsible accountable, and ensure justice. Every child deserves safety.
دائمًا أفكر أن الطبيعة سخية بأشكالها في تقديم مظاهر الأنوثة لنا كبشر.
ربما بالتوازي مع تغريدة شاركتها من قبل، وكعادتي لا يروقني أن أغفل أي مناسبة للتغزل في ما أحب من أسرار.
هناك كتاب من مجموعة صور يحوي أشكالا مهبلية.
as a neurodivergent person I spent my younger years bending over backwards for people who never truly cared about me. so I went into isolation for a long time, then came out with razor sharp discernment.
this has opened many doors for me, but most importantly the sense of extreme gratitude for genuine connections.
do you know how fucking degenerates bottom scum of the earth that you dont just dare to do this in sacred God’s house, but in a very room that should very much remind you of death and afterlife.
tu sebab kata perogol ni cannot be rehabilitated and should be headsh0t to death
it’s okay. i revisit what i once read at 18 now at 26 and finally understand the parts that used to slip past me. the interesting part of rereading is realizing the words never changed. only you did, in ways almost unrecognizable to your former self
In fiction evil is often written to have depth and complexity while good is written to be simple and boring. But in real life evil is boring and predictable while good is complex and unique every single time.
One of the reasons I’ve been predicting (and pushing) a feral summer for both men and women is because I think we’re reaching a tipping point re: human domestication.
We’ve been socially and psychologically dominated by social media algorithms that make money off time we would have otherwise spent building a business, an invention, a relationship.
We’re constantly being sold clothes, beauty products, perfumes that cover our scent and keep us from finding real, primal love.
Like cattle, people are by and large being fed high calorie, low nutrient foods that cause excessive weight gain, decrease motivation, and are actively addictive.
And possibly worst of all, we’re now being convinced that the only way to lose said weight is to inject a drug that appears to be destroying all feelings of desire.
To domesticate an animal, you must make it reliant on you. You must convince it that dependency is a better survival strategy than independence. You only gain authority over an animal when you take away all possibility of it surviving on its own and it decides to give away its power to you.
And the only way a domesticated animal can free itself is if it is left out in the wild long enough to remember its instincts.
Remember who you are Feral Child. Take your freedom back.
I’m a big believer in choosing what conversations actually need to be had. It’s not every single feeling and thought that requires a sit down or round table. Sometimes process by yourself.
One thing nobody tells you about adulthood is how fun it is to become your own person. One day you randomly start liking jazz, olive green, expensive dark chocolate, documentaries about volcanoes, weird lamps, sparkling water, books about loneliness in Tokyo, silver jewelry and quiet cafés. Your personality keeps unfolding forever if you let it.