worms in my fucking brain RAAAAAA || old as dirt (over 25) || systwt || yapping into the void but now the void is yapping back
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brain worms retweeted
And all this is why you NEVER listen when they try to tell you that your voice doesn't matter. Because fascism thrives on apathy and helplessness. Change may be difficult, and justice may be delayed, but both are always possible.
brain worms retweeted
everyone hates on the south because they’re red but don’t take the time to realize the south is red because we are constantly gerrymandered and they make it impossible for minorities— ESPECIALLY POC— to vote, in rural areas most polling places are inaccessible
Parts. Self states. Headmates. Alters. Others. The voices. My guys. My gremlins. My brain. My little freaks. Bitches in my head. My brain worms. My ???s. Brain squatters. Them. You know, the guys. The cats and dogs smacking each other in my head. The children demanding snacks.
unknown part in front barely knows they exist and are piloted by parts in the back seat. we are literally a Sim. we are playing the Sims 24/7. i can't tell if we suck at this game or not.
the moment i could tell i was starting to get interested in my husband for real was when i was like. ok buddy. here's my history of what's wrong with me. if u can handle that then we're smooth sailing but lemme just make sure im not wasting my time.
"ur still not over that? we were kids and i didn't mean to be mean to u"
i get that but unfortunately my brain has internalized how you treated me and now i constantly live with the worst version of you and it will take a lot of therapy to undo. sorry if i am a little distant.
also to the ppl w priv accounts i follow i do see ur tweets but i honestly have no clue how to respond to most emotional thoughts without therapizing so i just keep it moving
am i supposed to like tweets that are like "blowin my shit shmoove off" or what do i even do
front area is like a blank canvas and the Voices are constantly throwing tomatoes (the most random ass memories) at it
tweeting several things all my voices thought of while driving for an hr and a half, it be like that
anyone else constantly saying two words at the same time and fucking it up entirely
bitches in my head keep fighting over what to say next
