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if you're wondering why THIS tiktok ban bill made it through the senate unlike last time...

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I’m going to unlearn shame *bursts into tears and beats my head against a brick wall*

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Rami Kadi | Les Miroirs

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Zang Toi

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Life’s okay

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and is your shame helpful? is it inspiring goodness and change? or is it keeping you frozen in time unable to move on and be everything you have expanded to be?

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the self care industry will sell you face masks and teas and whatnot so i'm here to remind you not to forget the most important self care activity which is masturbation

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Your personal triggers and squicks do not get to determine what kind of art other people make.

People make shit. It's what we do. We make shit to explore, to inspire, to explain, to understand, but also to cope, to process, to educate, to warn, to go, "hey, wouldn't that be fucked up? Wild, right?"

Yes, sure, there are things that should be handled with care if they are used at all. But plenty more things are subjective. Some things are just not going to be to your tastes. So go find something that is to your tastes and stop worrying so much about what other people are doing and trying to dictate universal moral precepts about art based on your personal triggers and squicks.

I find possession stories super fucking triggering if I encounter them without warning, especially if they function as a sexual abuse metaphor. I'm not over here campaigning for every horror artist to stop writing possession stories because they make me feel shaky and dissociated. I just check Does The Dog Die before watching certain genres, and I have my husband or roommate preview anything I think might upset me so they can give me more detail. And if I genuinely don't think I can't handle it, I don't watch it. It's that simple.

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It’s been over a year and I still don’t understand why she did what she did. We were friends, once. I suppose part of me has moved on, but most of me, the writer, the dreamer, the one named Jason, died the day she started fading away. I haven’t typed a word since. I don’t understand why she did what she did. We were friends, once.

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This is ✨IT✨

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cat on cat on cat

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ok I’m trying to see something here

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Loneliness is sorta like if a wasting disease was a state of mind