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maybe this time picking at Textures on my skin will lead to being silky smooth

“Imagine having a child that refuses to hug you or even look you in the eyes”

Imagine being shamed, as a child, for not showing affection in a way that is unnatural or even painful for you. Imagine being forced, as a child, to show affection in a way that is unnatural or even painful for you. Imagine being told, as a child, that your ways of expressing affection weren’t good enough. Imagine being taught, as a child, to associate physical affection with pain and coercion.

i don't care if it's nazis, mormons, or a bunch of misguided autistic people. if anyone ever tries to tell you your soul is from another planet and you're actually part of the class of impressive people that secretly did everything cool in the world but is now extinct and lives on through your broken genome, you RUN. YOU WILL RUN AWAY. YOU WILL SPRINT FULL SPEED AWAY FROM THAT.

“I,” said a voice—“I am Desire. In Greece I am revered, and there I am Aphrodite. In Italy I am Venus; in Egypt, Hathor; in Armenia, Anaitis; in Persia, Anâhita; Tanit in Carthage; Baaltis in Byblus; Derceto in Ascalon; Atargatis in Hierapolis; Bilet in Babylon; Ashtaroth to the Sidonians; and Aschera in the glades of Judæa. And everywhere I am worshipped, and everywhere I am Love. I bring joy and torture, delight and pain. I appease and appal. It is I that create and undo. It is I that make heaven and people hell. I am the mistress of the world. Without me time would cease to be. I am the germ of stars, the essence of things. I am all that is, will be, and has been, and my robe no mortal has raised. I breathe, and nations are; in my parturitions are planets; my home is space. My lips are blissfuller than any bloom of bliss; my arms the opening gates of life. The Infinite is mine. Mary, come with me, and you shall measure it.”

--Edgar Saltus, "Mary Magdalen"

autistic system culture is not being able to mask *at all* in an autistic way, but having almost all alters masking in a system way without even trying to. like we have no idea how to *not* mask, except for a few alters. and except for smaller changes like voices and choice of words maybe. but mostly we just mask inherently, even when we're alone /:

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Being devoted to Lord Lucifer is like having a personal wise little wizard that drops supreme nuggets of wisdom at the most random ass times

me, shifting between consciousness and sleep at 3am in the morning: ggghgh wwwhatt

Lucifer: The prevalence of individualist culture present in the western world is the manifestation of predatory mental manipulation tactics that seek to achieve the mental and physical bondage of the soul for the purpose of total domination. The most significant ability of the human race which has kept it from extinction all this time, is the innate primal ability to cry for help.

me: ghhghh facts bro

Waiting until endogenics realise that if they make up their own language for their experiences, anti-endos would stop giving a shit about them because they’d stop appropriating trauma survivors’ experiences. Like guys just make up ur own words instead of stealing ours!!

Ikr lmao

it makes me so sad that there seems to be no juggalo community in my country. like, i know that it's a mostly american thing, but i know people out here love ICP too, i just can't find them anywhere:( sometimes i even think about making a little community somewhere, perhaps like a server or a blog, but i think i won't handle the responsibility since i'm pretty busy with work. i just want juggalo friends from my country </3

call your girl Bluetooth Speaker the way I made a temporary connection with her that she will always remember

had to teach myself to "walk properly" and by that mean swing my arms slightly and have more spring to my step because people have pointed out that i walk as if i'm "floating" or "rolling on wheels"

also, active listening. but it's a common thing imo

I think one of my most autistic experiences is as a kid I had to teach myself how to swing my arms when I walk