thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
the homecoming episode
Living The Dream
I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything
SHE was a punk. HE did ballet. #woke #truelove
pool petals
My boyfriend got picked off for surgery
if he dies I'm gonna kms there's nothing keeping me here anymore
Done for Uryx! It's sideways because it wouldn've fit otherwise so yeah and I was too lazy to turn it in photoshop, please forgive me! OTL
been struggling my ass off with everything and honestly it's probably just the ol autistic experience again
like how people handle tasks and manage their thoughts and even when things went to shit they somehow still keep on moving forward or at least somewhere right?? how.