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[clearly experiencing symptoms of mania] oh i get it! im finally normal!

ancient peoples loooved a flood narrative it was kinda like their beatles

“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

the way that dinner in america is about an autistic girl who's autonomy as an adult with desires is not respected by anyone around her and all she wants is to be punk but no one in her life lets her experience this because they want to see her as this delicate girl who doesn't know her own boundaries & limits until the punk guy comes into her life and sees this weird girl who doesn't try to be anything except exactly what she is. and he sees exactly how punk she is and he doesn't infantilize her and he wants her to break the rules with him - rules she's never been able to follow in the first place - and he sees her quirks and oddities as good, as beautiful, as punk. which is all she's wanted her whole life