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What do you think of solipsism?

i do lean toward it sort of because i'm very loa and god of your realityism ish in my bones

for me it's a working lens but not a religion

i think it's useful when it makes you kinder and braver, and silly when it makes you lazy and rude

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Wanted to seem flirty and accidentally proceeded to drink gravy instead of pumpkin juice which led me to spit it out instantly with a loud splash which made everyone turn to stare

hi harry potter shifters pls share some of the MOST embarassing moments from ur dr

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might …….. go ……… blonde

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call me futures trader cause i see my future in felina

i love him so much i want this love to overwhelm me, i want to drown in it and him , i want to feel so hopeless and helpless only for him ,

i want to carry a picture of him everywhere i go like a lovesick girl who only ever lives for the one boy she loves ,

i want to laugh with him and be with him and freeze the moment and stay in it forever

i want my entire world to revolve purely around his existence , i wanna be so embarrassing about it GOD i don't know if you guys could tell but just in case, i'm so in love with him

- a really sane and definitely not lover girl who can't be normal about anything she remotely feels an ounce of love for

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coming back to this and to you most of all

yeah … @hrrtshape 💌

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barbie and ken……..barbie and ken 🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

farmer’s daughter dr johnny x vienna

“couldn’t fight to save your life, but you look so cool”

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FELINA !!!!!!!!

i love him so much i want this love to overwhelm me, i want to drown in it and him , i want to feel so hopeless and helpless only for him ,

i want to carry a picture of him everywhere i go like a lovesick girl who only ever lives for the one boy she loves ,

i want to laugh with him and be with him and freeze the moment and stay in it forever

i want my entire world to revolve purely around his existence , i wanna be so embarrassing about it GOD i don't know if you guys could tell but just in case, i'm so in love with him

- a really sane and definitely not lover girl who can't be normal about anything she remotely feels an ounce of love for

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the heart knows arithmetic, the hand knows a better one. you learn the sum of a person by touch long before language gets dressed.

to speak of love as a theory is charming in seminars and useless near a body. it has methods, yes, but they behave akin to swallows, swift, revising the sky as they go.

a glance reforms a century. an unsent message reforms a day.

there is a domestic astronomy to it, burners lit, clocks wound, shirts drying in a line of winter sun, and in the middle of it all a pulse that keeps finding its own name.

love is made of materials. glass and breath, salt and pages, tea that goes cold as the conversation turned living. there is the glitter of logic, since desire is never stupid, and it drafts contracts with the body, and there is the gleam beyond logic, where a room changes colour because a particular person stands in it.

love gathers these proofs and binds them without thread. the book holds.

i have seen love behave like a watchmaker, leaning over the exposed mechanism of an afternoon. a click, a grace note, a correction you barely perceive and suddenly the hour keeps time again.

there was no audience, and i heard of no applause, and still the world is altered. to stand inside such clean labour is to feel forgiven for every ragged thing one is.

the mind, so proud of its locks, misplaces the key with enviable speed. nothing is abolished, and so everything is redrawn. even bread tastes truer. even disappointment arrives honest and is greeted the same to weather: inevitable, survivable, talked through at the table.

what else would you do with a life except hand it over to this clarity, again and again, until the edges stay?

the girl learns he is fluent in the little legalities of tenderness. he remembers the order of her fears: leaving, then failure, then the quiet after success.

he counters not with speeches, which are poor negotiators, rather evidence: the seat kept warm, the meeting left early, the hand at the back during crowded rooms.

what a relief, to be loved by a mind that keeps accurate minutes of joy.

meanwhile, love collects a private museum of continuities. bus tickets folded on the same crease. a fruit knife that becomes a household idea. raincoats that know one another. the ordinary displays itself like a mineral under the right light. that light is care. one could say worship, but worship prizes distance; care closes it. if you want a philosophy, try this: love is a sovereign attention that refuses spectacle. it prefers the draughts of corridors to the applause of halls. it does not petition for witness, because the work is already complete the moment it is done. a chair pulled out becomes a politics, a promise kept becomes a civilisation, to live inside such enactments is to be ruled by a principality without flags.

the girl has her catastrophes, the beautiful, unreasonable kind that follow bright minds like comets. she burns through opinions before breakfast. he, the man, my coriolanus, with the winter white cuff and the exacting eye, lets the blaze run its course, then opens the window and orders bread. their argument becomes a bridge, they leave by either end and meet in the middle, calmer because the planks held. practise teaches this, so does mercy.

what of the body? it is the instrument, it is the score.

love reads it generously. the little mole that insists on being kissed, a signature. the shoulder that wants a certain pressure to believe in morning. a mouth is a scroll, a hand is the pencil that refuses to break. and still, outside the frame, life keeps its errands, the milk boils over, the lift stuck between floors, the neighbour dragging a suitcase at the wrong hour.

love permits interruption and makes a feast of the resumed sentence.

in the story of this girl and this man, there is also quiet extravagance.

they exchange days instead of presents, an afternoon at the museum, staring too long at one canvas as if fidelity to a single view were training for marriage. a slow walk along a canal in poor weather, which is, frankly, the best weather for promises. the art of doing it again and doing it better and never pretending that habit is dull. habit, under love, becomes a cathedral you can live inside.

and when the world intrudes, as it always does, love answers with structure. the calendar altered to make a space no one else can book. the ritual evening call that rings like a bell through the day. you cannot always be together, you can always keep time. music knows this, and so does the sea.

i am tempted to end with an axiom, but axioms are fossils, and love is so warm. so let me end with a scene small enough to hold: a kitchen at dusk, a saucepan breathing, her hair wet from rain, his tie loosened, a kindness, the city outside conducting its bright and indifferent traffic.

he cuts a pear, and she bites his wrist just where the vein proves he is alive.

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*ahem* hellooo?

𝔪s. alyssa. rumoured hermit (infact confirmed, status: self-diagnosed). permanent government adversary. advocate for all things ,,illogical".

but that's not entirely true. the bare truth is i'm ever evolving. metamorphosis x100000 real not fake final boss. teenage socialite to ragebait philosopher roaming the streets of athens talking 'bout some ,,what is and what isn't". for pure amusement clearly.

now now now where to begin...bottom line: shifter. shifting. quantum jumping. astral travel. lucid dreaming. oxford commas. all the fun stuff. yes. i do that.

now, along with the shifting inevitably comes the consumerism. consumerism of media, that is. a LOT of media. reading. adopting the term cinephile. research neek. philosophy [personal favourite, the 3 (4) elements: heraCLITus, anaximenes, and thales]. artist when the will permits. crochet. coding. chess. (wowzers a ,,c" triad) letterboxd user – not chronic, unfortunately. utter swaggery is all.

music pleads its own category methinks. in summary, my music taste has an identity crisis every fortnight, but here's a recurring theme: vkei. LOTS of vkei. quite juxtapositiony to my theme, but we glide. the gazette. jiluka. dir en grey. buck-tick. malice mizer. xjapan. the lot. moving along...tommyheavenly6, enhypen, deftones, bryson tiller, txt, jayla darden, pinkpantheress, jeff to my buckley, partynextdoor, tory lanez, newjeans, alice in chains, pearl jam...and oh would you look at the time!!

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

now the juicy part...

dr dump!! (spoiler: evergrowing..):: workplace enemies romcom, finalfantasy, loveanddeepspace, tokio hotel, hogwarts, waiting room, skins, sabrina the teenage witch, vkei band, philosopher, artist, gg, wounded love, better cr, vampire, scream, diary of a wimpy kid, dead poets society...and counting (i'll die on a ditch before betting they're all scripted)

you'll regularly see me use the absolutely heavenly glorious ethereal visuals of satomi ishihara dotted all over my page as a personified reference to my otherwise conceptual existence [not a fc!!], i just think she gives off my vibe in most drs, and thus, there it is.

in regards to s/o's, lovers, and partners in crimes of that matter. nishimura riki. ni-ki. kiki. duck (pronounced puma), and other such names for the butter to my bread, gun to my bree van de kamp, and pierre to my marie. and there it is for you laid out, rilyssa. in bright blinding golden foil. written in the scrolls of fate, written in the cosmos, written by the hands of a forest pixie. you name it. if it's whimsical, it's real.

(refraining from the yap challenge level: impossible)

moving on for my sanity..

[side note:: if you happen to have the same s/o as me, i politely, kindly ask you not to interact. i love you twin, but previous encounters with shifters with the same s/o as me have scarred me for lifetimes. great lore addition i might mention, but at what cost? 💔]

at my core, i'm a concept, a legend (shrugs :p), and a hopeless lover girl (thank the dark-haired guy with a boxy smile for that) i pinky promise i dont bite so long as you aren't a holder of moral ugliness and a rebel to the usual regulations (i.e. homophobic, racists, transphobic, zionists, etc)

pleasure conversing with you. thank you for reading. i'll be lurking around some metaphorical corner on the internet. tschüss!

with love,

alyssa

[probably hugging a tree]

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OH MACK. @mackncheese69. THE MACKANGELS BUILT A PROJECTOR INSIDE OF MY SKULL !!!!!!! POPE JUST LIKED WHAT I SAW THROUGH ME

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consciousness = location

your consciousness is not physically bolted to this reality. if it were, you wouldn't have dreams, you wouldn't hallucinate, you wouldn't even be able to visualise a beach

every single time you imagine anything, that's proof your awareness can move

the brain cannot distinguish between imagined and real stimuli

this is literally the foundation of sports psychology, trauma recovery, even hypnosis. your body responds to what your mind accepts

multiverse theory and infinite timelines and particles reacting to observation and particles being in two places at once. YES. reality surprisingly is not a fixed hallway. it's. like. a soup

it is a vibrating probability field where everything exists at once and your assumptions decides which apple you'll be plucking from the tree

you don't wake up every day aching for a dream unless that dream is real somewhere. yearning is evidence

no one cries for a lie this hard. no one builds entire worlds from scratch unless the blueprint is embedded in their soul

you are a shifter because you remember something the rest of the world forgot

so even when you feel yucky, even when you're numb and weird and shaky and done, you're still you. and they're still yours. and the world is still waiting and and this is not the end.

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      « i like your get up if you know what i mean. »

i’m shifting as marius in multiple drs and the blood meridian characters appear in these too! so if you see the same names pop up in multiple drs that's why! also specific masterlist for each dr coming soon!

blood meridian dr : marius. seventeen. saloon entertainer. the devil's son. gallery. melodies.

fame dr : marcus dovelis. twenty. overnight sensation. ten seconds on screen. a star is born. gallery. melodies.

the gospel according to marius dr : marius. seventeen. eyes like prayer, mouth like trouble. damned from birth. gallery. melodies.

coastal town dr : marius "mary" dovelis. twenty-two. coastal town. cheap beer. summer that never ends. gallery. melodies.

road trip dr : marius dovelis. twenty-two. the open road. cigarette ash in the wind. god in the rearview. gallery. melodies.

apocalypse dr : marius. seventeen. apocalypse-born. feral prophet. nothing left but fire. galley. melodies.

world of mr plant dr : coming soon.

gone for now: young justice dr, better cr, banana fish dr, i have no mouth and i must scream dr, mouthwashing dr, vtuber dr, naked dr, epic the musical dr, alex rider dr

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COREMMA MENTIONED !

hi so i feel like i haven’t heard about lily rose in your better cr lately as much. how is she doing? what is she doing? is she dating someone? how’s the friendship going? ofc if you feel comfortable sharing

LILEMMAROSE IS ALIVE AND BREATHING ALWAYS !!!!!!!!!!!!she can't settle for no one still and since we've graduated we are planning to spend july in europe so she may find herself a summer romance

and of course sweetest girl was in my game of thrones dr but as soon as i wrap up the history lessons that's when i'll unleash the floodgates

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im full grown but i look like a niña 😛😛😛 come put something neat in my casita

“Im full grown but look like a little girl, come put something neat in my small house” is basically what she said

-Sabrina carpenter the feminist icon

i cant believe im riding this hard for a woman who i only like 5 songs of ok sabrina you served emma escue visuals you get emma's defence

she didn't issue a bat signal to pedophiles you people are the ones who invented that sentence and then got mad at your own invention

she did a flirty switch that lives in the long american tradition of dirty pop lyrics that sound silly on purpose, and then she framed it with man slapstick cinema because that's the bit that sells

you don't have to knight her a feminist icon to admit the outrage is doing a lot of unpaid dramaturgy

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scattering hopecore seeds like a distracted farmer, not sure what season it is but something hopeful will grow anyway, etc etc

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Where did you even watch the new Dracula? I can’t find it anywhere

CINEMA but you can also find it on yuppow dot com alas cam recorded footage