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GENUINELY IMPRESSIVE

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— WISŁAWA SZYMBORSKA, trans. Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak.

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i was supposed to be protected but you wouldnt know what to do with me if you tried

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forget being invited

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i didnt fucking ask for any of this

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THE BALL IS IN YOUR COURT

DECIDE IF I FLIP THE COIN

A GIFT FOR CHARON IF YOU ARENT FUCKING CAREFUL

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Tell me when you get bored. A story about doses. [x]

I posted this on twitter and had a variety of aggressive ableism thrown my way.

This is a story about changing what I can in spite of what I cannot for the comfort of my loved ones. The thing that others find to be hurtful about me is that I like to spend time in silent solitude. People who love me often feel hurt that I tend to solve my own problems instead of leaning on them.

When we spend too much time together, people find my neutrality to be concerning, and it becomes too much for people to be unable to read me.

To show the people I love that I enjoy their company in ways they can understand, I pool my energy together to be high-energy, peppy, and social. Since this is not my natural state of being, it takes effort, which can only be expended in small doses. I amplify the things people like in me while filtering out everything they dislike about me when I am in their company.

I change my behaviors for those I love, but at the end of the day, I cannot change my neutral state of being, which is the thing that they want most out of me.

This is a story about me accommodating people in the best way I know how, not the other way around. I would truly appreciate it if people don't misconstrue this anecdote as me asking for dismissal of hurtful behavior when in reality, people find hurt in the fact that I simply exist, and I must change for them.

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youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga

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The intolerable burden of shits given

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The Northern Lights 1: Howard Russell Butler (1856-1934) 2,3,4: Sydney Laurence (1865-1940)

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