Hello, Carol! We're John Cena.

something about “Kier’s war against pain,” and how each of Gemma’s innies relive a memory theoretically (in the eyes of lumon) on a clean slate, without the “pain” or really any feeling whatsoever that such a memory carried in her original life (the most obvious example taking apart a crib in cold Harbor) but in reality, each of those Gemmas in each of those rooms is just living a life of suffering and suffering and suffering. Something about how the pressure to be a pristine human being (which is impossible because that’s a human being there you’re trying to clean off) just damages you as long as you’re in it. something about scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing off somebody’s skin

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!

wait i just found out you can be nice to people and be their friend i thought we had to kill them all cause i was raised in a lab to be a living weapon

The really unfortunate thing about mental health progress is that sometimes you realize you've made it in the form of "wow, I haven't felt this bad in a fucking while"

On the one hand it's a bit of a pick me up in a dark place to know that this will pass because it has passed before on the other hand sometimes it isn't entirely a pleasant thought to go "wow, I used to feel like this all the time. That was pretty fucking bad. It's pretty bad right now too also."

Someday your current baseline will be the sort of thing you consider A Really Bad Day. It does get better.

i have lavender town syndrome but its ok

washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes

hey man can i bum a couple of fire arrows

stop letting miserable people on the internet convince you that you must have a concrete, well-constructed opinion on everything that has ever existed.

everybody say thank you Marcus Aurelius

Um actually scrub daddy is my comfort character and it physically and psychically hurts me to see you chop him up and eat him after freezing and cracking him up with liquid nitrogen while naked with big boobs?

Ill be a star

butch/femme is OUT parasite/host is IN