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i just know my six-year-old self is kicking me in the shins right now. like genuinely swinging. throwing hands. that girl would’ve shifted with the efficiency of a cia sleeper agent if she knew it was an option. she was hauling her disney princess figurines across state lines. through rain. through war. through chlorinated pool decks and whatever sick little carpet fungus lives in preschool classrooms. she believed in happily ever after like it was a legal obligation. she was ride or die for the crown. and now here i am. sitting on the god throne of consciousness. and i could shift into a tiara and gown at any moment. she is frothing at the mouth. i am a traitor. she is filing a lawsuit in the name of the mouse.

How I feel scripting better governments in my DR's

me liking every successful shifting story post as if it’s my full-time job.