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i do feel somewhat ruined forever. but it’s okay we stay silly

you've gotta be kind to yourself no matter what

this is twice as true in the winter

the world isn't ending and you don't need to kill yourself it's literally december. it's december. and you need to be nice to yourself.

youll be pleased to know no one has peed in the dashcon 2 ball pit. however, far worse has transpired. the croaker (kermit joker) has died in the dashcon 2 ballpit. rest in pieces.

no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder

Lord, grant me the strength to throw away this box that i'll never use, the courage to throw away this box that i'll never use, and the wisdom to throw away this box that i'll never use

And so I shall.

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest

i hate when people start asking what sign i am. I am a sign from god. start running.