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are you ever talking so someone and you realize just how superior you feel to them? to everyone? you can encapsulate this person’s humanity in just a few minutes, have a very good understanding of how they work, comfort them, make them hurt in an instant, or whatever else? and then you realize that this is true of everyone you’re close to. you dont see what benefit you gain from having them around, you put the energy into the relationships and you know so much more than they do about how this works. they have no clue. and you feel guilt for all of it. how dare you feel superior? am i a narcissist? flawed? i know im flawed. i let everyone know how flawed i am. always. this is important to this experience. you must never be better because then you are foolish. and yet you feel superior.

maybe its just the sillies

doomed by the narrative and haunted by the narrative and a secret third thing (narrating the narrative)

Follow for the same picture of a rock every day

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chillin at the ambient red lighting and horse store.

happy birthday miku binder!!!

I have ants all over my room. They always come in more numbers than the day before.

Sometimes I wake up with the ants crawling up my spine.

Sometimes the ants come to take away the bodies of their compatriots.

I respect them for it, I think. I just wish they would find a different battleground.

I am tired of this slaughter, and so i no longer kill the ants. And so they come in larger, greater numbers than before.

I am afraid of them, in a sense.

Not genuinely, more just a semblance of tired annoyance stemming from my mother.

I have mold growing in a teacup by my bed. I have no desire to wash it. No need to.

My mother is frantic now. So desperately tired. She slams her broom onto the ants. Tells me to do the same.

They are just as tired of dying as I am of killing them.

They work and toil to keep the colony alive.

My mother is like an ant in that sense.

And because she is my mother, I am like her, and so I am an ant.

But my mother has a murderous fury. And I have my father's willfull ignorance. I let rot thrive.

Maybe my mother will tire of my ignorance and she will come to kill the ants in my room. Maybe she will rid me of my teacup. Maybe she will kill every last one of the ants. And becasue she is an ant, and because that makes me an ant,

Maybe she will kill me too.

Follow for the same picture of a rock every day

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thats a grey bunny

A little brown bunny was so kind and sweet it stretched its whole body out and got long enough to go to sleep

uh oh

UH OH

why is viktor literally jesus now?