Bcc Barbie

space heaux. guardian of protection. rebel scum. truth beam.
⬆️♐. 🌞♒.🌛♎. heavy♑stellium.

[Bcc Barbie @tullybitch]

this was years in the making, but i didn't start writing it until a few months ago. world-building & outlining future installments stalled me, but the 1st story in the series is finally finished
https://t.co/SmT9BWb9yB

[N’wa Mucanyi 🫶🏾 @KhananiShingan1]

Never resign because of bullies.
Bully them back professionally.

[Bcc Barbie @tullybitch]

been wanting to act under the benevolent stars, but the orange store sucks every bit of my soul & then some

[Bcc Barbie @tullybitch]

it's a damn shame that when you need to cast a road opener spell the most, you don't have the energy for it

[Richard Harris @RichHarris2]

I need solitude just as much as I need smooches and hugs.

[maro @ProofofMaro]

Creative freedom is my favorite luxury

[𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖆 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 @goblinodds]

what's your gender and do you

A) need frequent interaction to maintain their friendships, once established, or

B) seem to be able to sustain a friendship indefinitely with basically no interaction

[Bcc Barbie @tullybitch]

@goblinodds and i'm sure how much socializing a person has to do at work affects what they have left to spare in their own time. ironically, all the introverts i know work in like service or retail (including me), & all the extroverts i know have remote jobs 🙃

[Bcc Barbie @tullybitch]

@goblinodds i would just personally rather hang out in person once a month than give weekly/daily life updates 🤷🏻‍♀️ but that may be because i have independent hobbies that i devote time to, so i don't get bored. i socialize very intentionally, not necessarily habitually

[Michael @TheMG3D]

Ya because they aren’t building them near wealthy neighborhoods

[Ælþemplær @Aelthemplaer]

What's really fascinating with this is that mobility has unlocked a curiosity in a brain that otherwise would be focused on how to hide.

[𝓲𝓬𝓮 @be_like_ice]

Level 1 Autism as an adult can feel like a nightmare. You're functional enough that nobody accommodates you but struggling enough that everything is harder than it looks.

[Louis @HoopsTalk13]

Freddy is single handedly saving America’s PR image worldwide lol

[Fav ⛧ @Favwontmiss]

Having trouble brainstorming and want to use AI? Talk to your friend with adhd. We have so many ideas and never drink water.

[𝗠𝘂𝗵𝗲𝗲 ♛ @muheediva01]

You cannot spend years breaking a child's spirit and then expect a few words in adulthood to repair what took years to destroy. You cannot teach a child to fear your footsteps, your voice, your moods, and your anger, then expect them to see you as a source of comfort later in life.

[Simon Sarris @simonsarris]

the road to universal basic sweetheart starts with yourself

are you cheering and charming wherever you go?

[Bcc Barbie @tullybitch]

i have enough problems just getting myself to wind down, but yay! a cortisol spike right before i go lay down

[Bcc Barbie @tullybitch]

why does this man do the dumbest shit possible right before bedtime?

[Sean Brown @byseanbrown]

Don’t delete your old work.

[sigh ‎ ‎ ‎ ⊹ swoon @sighswoon]

Went to that anti-emf cult again last night , for their monthly open-to-the-public dinner night, and it was so fascinating. The designer-leader opened the night with a never-ending thank you song and kept Shapeshifting before my eyes while singing , in a way I haven’t seen since Arthur Findlay college, the seance ghost school. The clear difference was, it wasn’t controlled or intentioned or planned.

At one point she had no legs, just a dress floating, her face shifting between ages and races and rising in pleasure for her own ragtag channeling. I clocked this as mesmerizing, but slightly dangerous, not allowing myself to be fully drawn into what I understood was a shapeshifter with no container or boundaries for her conjuring , and more severely - not her own. I have never seen someone possessed by so many entities at once, joyously allowing them to seep in. And again, not bad, or demonic, but so excessive - that song she sang was sung by 100 different voices, and not in harmony, more like a kind of fuzzy hand radio with 3 second clips of every station grabbing for their moment to be heard. A crowd of ghosts.

I put strong protections in place as I watched her sing and shapeshift. The group, a troupe of over 20 who live there in shed-size bunk cabins , cooed and moaned. I told myself it was art, performance art, to protect myself from the conjuring. And it was. She’s a very, very old lady from New York who was once a beloved designer. Secret jungle performance art from a true artist in her latest iteration, right? I knew I was correct to do this when she uttered, into the mic, “I have one more thing for you to offer” , a bit of a slip, How are we offering when she’s the one up there, thanking and singing and serving sweet tea? It is then I fully understand the power she had over others, a power not as present in her brittle “human self” , her lack of singing voice , but a beast in her seance self —- the intoxication of someone who allows spirits in their body so openly, willingly, her own body disappearing, her teeth falling out one by one, her brittle tiny old lady body vibrating it all. And you can feel it.

Now that I’ve done ayahuasca, I understand what they’re all about; they are ayahuasca worshippers. They do it every month. They had an open mic where members sang, and they were all good. I even got soft aya flashbacks from a couple songs. There was a conscious rapper, too, which I always enjoy ironically but not. And I get it, I always get it, that deep hippie stuff. I’ve been studying it my whole life. And thanks to my journey into an ayahuasca retreat last fall, I can get this, too. At one point I thought - this is marketing for their ayahuasca ceremonies.

Towards the end, the designer-leader shuffled over with a tin full of melting creamy popsicles, incapable of finding me a stick to hold in the sludge. I stuck a fork in one and ate it, and it was absolutely delicious. I told her. She looked happier than I’ve ever seen her. She leaned into my ear “coconut milk… cacao nibs…” and listed the whole recipe. She had two thin braids of white hair and wore a patchy , patterned dress , skinny as skinny could be, a fairy-turned ragamuffin. In that moment I thought —- I’m just at funky art grandma’s house. That’s it. I’m just at funky art grandma’s house, and she gave me a messy vegan popsicle that ended up being the best I’ve ever had.

I then watched her dance with her identical twin sister,, another elder ragamuffin who once brought her homemade fruit leather to a party I hosted and danced with me barefoot to twerk music, who once told me her favorite movie was Groundhog Day. Two very, very old twin sisters. All elbows and fabric. I wanted to stop at the cult store before we left for some linen pieces , like the one below, but it was dark at night, dark as the jungle gets, and no lights were on.