if you are an amab girl-thing, you are essentially guaranteed to have detractors attempting to destroy you once you cross a certain threshold of notoriety/visibility. at that point you have two options; adapt or submit. i’m tired of watching girls lose their lives to the latter.
This picture is from back when i was 27 and I was completely whacked out on PCP and this was like maybe ten minutes after I'd impulsively bitten a really tall girl on the leg at a party (which made her scream but she still forgave me)
my take: if u can’t handle participating in the greater whole of intertextuality in media, then you are not ready to publish your work. sapient animals only ever do two things; recognize patterns & regurgitate them. faulting them for it/expecting them not to is sisyphean, frankly
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I need girls to understand that they dont have to fight back, & they dont have to give up. they can just exist. adapt. be bold enough to ask others to either accept you as you are, or be ejected from your field of vision permanently. dont compromise. save your blood for yourself.
no, i'm not loitering around any playgrounds or distributing any off-color literature.
and I never will. period.
i know its useless to request this, but in the future please try & refrain from immediately believing/reacting to random trolls who namedrop "4lung" for shock value
there will always be a more forward-thinking person to replace each and every friend who will leave you. there is always another career to build even if your first is torn to the ground. you can pull purpose from these ashes. you can design a new niche to fill. and i’m the proof.
its interesting how everyone who harassed & denounced others for expressing their sexuality via fiction in 2018/19 is now like “actually freaks are good uwu” yet very few seem brave/self-aware enough to say “holy shit i was advocating fascism & i helped create a serious problem”
autists online: “I wish someone would just bite me & scratch me & pull my fucking hair & slap my face”
autists irl: “the lights hurt my eyes.. also the TV is a bit too loud. I’m cold” (the lights are already on the dimmest setting, the TV volume is at 6, she’s under 3 blankets)
“dont say my work reminds you of other media” baffles me. 2 me thats like “deactivate your pattern recognition just for my art. when interacting w/ my art pls betray the foundational instinct which begets consciousness in all sapient beings (recognizing + regurgitating patterns)”
Living in seattle, I’m used to seeing photocopies of random callouts on streetlights or telephone poles. But today is the first time I ever found one inside my mailbox. No stamp on it. Someone’s going door to door committing a $5000 finable crime just to slander someone else lmao
anyone else struggle with staying motivated to pursue "friends" and maintain "friendships" because they have been irreparably damaged by the way "close friends" have treated them in the past?
