On Exit Wounds

It's like those magic eye pictures.

I heard data gets you hard 😏

If Rupi Kaur can find her fanbase, I sure as hell stand a chance ya?

Man, I'm a lucky ass witchbitch.

Which side is worth saving first?

#LIVESTREAM

I just spent almost 2 hours writing what I thought would be one of my most favorite picture essays ever. And it had music and quotes and God knows what else in it.

Because I'll never know, because you'll never know, because Tumblr fucked up and it crash and didn't end up saving the draft. Or at least I couldn't find it.

But I came up with that idea and all my thoughts on it on the spot. And even in the raw form I felt like it represented me enough to share it because I knew the people who got it, would get it. Because I used too many references and layers, and some people can't fuck with onions.

And sometimes I start cutting my peppers instead because they feel more important at the time because that's how my brain used to work. But now I'm making it my bitch, since I know I'll always go back to the onions because I started there already. It's just not the right time for me to cut them now.

But I am capable of everything. And it's scaring me. Because now I want to live since I have so much to do, I'm wondering how I'll ever have enough time.

After my three car accidents for various reasons, I have been telling my family that I will eventually die in a car crash. But there is a reason why I didn't yet. And depending on what car I was driving and what I was doing to pay for it however much I could, I was either so grateful to survive or so. Despondent to think that it couldn't have been so easy.

I've never had a threat of suicide because I've always been too fucking chicken to actually do it myself. I've always tried, but I know half heartedly even though I thought I meant it. Because I wanted to give myself a chance to live.

Since I don't post anything to social media anymore, I didn't have anyone to bear witness, and I like that just fine.

Because I do it all baby. I can't box myself into a dating profile, but professionals and personals are supposed to know everything they know about me through my Instagram as you may?

No. To really understand why I'm about to commit seppuku is not because you're a fucking moron. Throwing yourself on someone else's sword. And inviting yourself to someone else's war on purpose than getting mad because you didn't research your tour guides enough and they let you astray. #thats ultra maga lame tbh #so sorry #hard knock life 🎻🎻🎻

You have access to my auto updating resume, and you might want me on your team because I'm a hard fucking worker. But you're too scared to even look because you know I'm going to come for your job as well too.

But you don't know that I never would because I'd be pushing you to succeed even more than me so I could succeed in my own ways. # we are not the same # thank glob # mutations rule # X-Men #freaksgive #beats

I'm already going to put competition, not collaboration, and I'm the fucking Capricorn on my merch so don't even think about it. I have receipts. And Tumblr always has my back.

And I finally know why they scream witness me before they throw themselves into oblivion. Because at that moment, they're falling into oblivion thinking they're doing what that gross dude at the top of the mountain was doing in Furry Road #funtypo #feelscute #maydelete #later but #enjoying #reading it #now #sothatcanbeenough #for me and #me only

Because he had the biggest balls and access to all the water and raped every single woman and child he made and came across. Doesn't seem like the guy I want to look up to. Even though he's put himself on the highest peak. Like I said, it's all about #perspective. Sorry I figured out the ultimate cheat code to my life and you haven't yet, but it took me a while. And I'm willing to help. Because I'm great at tech and video games and cheat codes and perma death, and whatever you're going to need in the situation because I'm also a gamer.

I'm better than you now but I've seen you succeed and outrun me every single time. And instead of getting upset, I finally get off the couch and run after you because it's fun to see if I can actually get you. Because friendly competition can exist. Because I can insult you and love you at the same time. Because you can't put me in a Venn diagram even if that's all you see your life as. Because I used to, and I used to force my thoughts into boxes. But now I'm following my thoughts and letting me take them where they lead.

Things that I hated to do and songs that I hated to listen to. Because I was trying on all your glasses since I lost my black sheep patch on the jean jacket And I realized I was seeing the world all wrong those are cool shades bb - but not my vibe I relate more to you (right now) - but I hope I can relate to you more (when we're ready). #contextmatter #allcontextsmatter #because that's how we're gonna avoid:

On no more free labour in my life (no friends + fam discount for myself

Capricorn + Fate = G.O.A.T.

G.O.A.T. = [insert MYMINEMINE x variable(s) here]

You can think I'm making up being THE Capricorn = I must be THE G.O.A.T.

#practicing cancel culture #safely and continuously #consent is sexy #I finally let myself be happy #forME #andmystans #and simps #and etc. @u-all, I c u + <3 u all

[MIGHT LOOK CONFUSING LIKE MATH LOOKS TO ME, BUT ONCE YOU FIGURE OUT MY CODING LANGUAGE I PROMISE IT'LL BE MORE MUTUALLY PLEASUREABLE].

#prolific #dontbelieveme? #dontcare #I've always held onto every single receipt and box and product that ever came into my home #because #the person who sold it to me 20 years ago

#who didnt know they sold a faulty item #so it's not their fault #they were just trying to get by #and feed their families #but sometimes lost their souls #worksinprogress

#but now I realize how fucked up it was in MY world b4 #and how easy it is to fix now that I have #CHEATCODES BITCH #chatgpt #imnotgoogling #4uanymore #nomoredrama #no more free labour #butall the MJB #inmylife

#myonlyfan(s) #itme #butthiscouldbeus #powerthuadruples #🌜🌚🌕🌛

When I write as fast as I post them in the now what I see gorgeous stream of crazy conscious thought with subconscious neurons firing at F1 racing speed, cuz I guess I do need to drive to survive. You need a drive to survive because you know you don't have one. And that's pretty fucking sad guys. But not as sad as I feel right now for what you did to us.

I am sitting outside and writing. Finally. Is it a sitting outside and smoking my lungs out and during myself to jump?.

Sorry that was out of your depth. Can't imagine how difficult this new version of me must be

I truly hope you don't read any of this because I am speaking in anger, though it is currently my truth and exactly how I feel because like I said, it's all streams of thought that happened very fast. The fact that people can keep up with my messages when I'm voice typing them and they're reading them whenever they can, goes to show that not everyone communicates the same way. We need to be more understanding when people feel like they've discovered better ways of feeling like themselves in the world instead of hiding themselves to pretend like they're like every fucking person. The autistic kids always taught me more than I could have ever taught them, because I could never speak as quickly as they could in the little subtle movements and layers of behaviors that we fought every day to understand and supposedly fix so they could fit into.

I always saw the beauty in them like a lot of other people didn't. I always always one of the people who stayed late and came early. Not because I was getting paid for it because I damn sure wasn't. Even though it was a good work and work for every fucking supervisor and that company for 5 years and then never managed even get above them even though I could have done at least a few of their jobs better if not least not as bad. Or as bad. Whichever one is not as painful for you because I'm not trying to be mean, this is just how I feel at this moment. And then my change the next moment.

Is why a babble, because I know when I say something wrong and I can edit and change myself immediately. So my fault you have to type it out and then read it over 500 times to cash the edits. I make 500 times in a millisecond as the words tumble out of my mouth like diarrhea.

But this one I'm proud of. All poop is valid.

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I don't have the time to Google it for you, but I believe in you kid. You have what it takes, you just have to believe in yourself.

Thanks my brother for sharing something. I would have never come across because I don't read shit like the rolling Stone anymore, but sometimes they finally decide to feature someone no matter if on the cover or in a bylog that makes me scream loudly. Because to me and my world and my view in my experiences and the only world I know where I know I always try to tread lightly and sometimes I step on a few caterpillars but that's not because I hate them because they're kind of grossing with Wrigley and spiky sometimes.

I don't understand why people can believe that I can hit two deer by accident and almost God knows what could have happened to Vic and myself, and that I spent my entire night crying for it. Not because I got caught, because I call the police because I knew I had no other choice. And Vick and I were terrified the entire time because we were in upstate New York at 10:00 p.m. in the middle of nowhere on the side of a field.

This is America, can't catch me slipping up. I've been called out for being born in Saudi Arabia, I didn't know I had a choice in that matter. Sometimes because I thought if I had a choice I wouldn't be here at all, so you were probably right to question me about that to begin with. How fucking dare you? I was 14 years old traveling alone on a Greyhound bus for 4-9 hours by myself just so I could visit my sister who meant everything to me. We couldn't live together because our pads have to cross differently because we didn't have all the options that so many people do. But we still loved our lives, and we still love it. Now. She is still my best friend and my second mother, and probably the closest person to me other than Domino's. And Vick obviously, but if you have a sister or have some sort of a bond with anyone with any sort of feminine energy in your life, you know what that maternal nurture instinct can do to you when it's not kicking out of the house for being different.

On learning to be happy

Fate memes well

Or at least she tries

#someland #somedon't #i will still think I'm hilarious #tomyaudienceof1🥹

#population: ME ☣️☢️⚠️

#iseeyou #andfeelscene #warninglabelswerepeeling

#rubbedthembackon4u

#urwelcome

#generouskweeng