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When I was little and we would drive back from a religious event for a god I didn't believe in, the car tense in ways that you only understand if you know too much about your parents and they know nothing about each other or you, my little sister asleep in the back next to me, I'd watch the moon. It was comforting finding her shining up there. So far away from my small life, so cold, so bright. And then when I was a bit older, fully embroiled in my Percy Jackson obsession, I'd picture Artemis up there as the moon, bounding along by, always watching over me. I'd think of Thalia and the other Huntresses and pledge to myself never to sacrifice myself for a man after seeing what they could do to the women I knew. I'd walk home from swim practice or be back in my parents car, talking to Artemis in my head, not believing she was actually there, but needing someone who was listening. In college, going home late from a friend's apartment, or just a late evening in the lab, I'd walk with one earbud in pepper spray in hand, alert. But I'd always pause to look at the moon, feeling grateful, protected against all reason in the moonlight. My constantly changing consistent friend. And now I don't see her as much, rarely outside at night undistracted. I pause every time I do though. A silent reminder of how small I really am in the face of everything. Not alarming but soothing somehow. I'm doing my best, I don't have to be perfect. She will always be there to watch me go on.

@moonbeams

Feb 16, 2025

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not sure what this is saying and i wrote it

i toss and i turn with the pillow staying put, welcoming a new wave of anxiety with each movement 2:18 on the clock and the fan adds more momentum to my unattainable thoughts buried in the need to see, and learn the unknown yet, i lay on the surface as a parched rock in the middle of my favorite beach, reeking of the current simplicities of life though its surely a blessing in disguise which i might recall five years from now standing by, holding onto my innocence, waiting to believe in a miracle or see a comet pass by in the dark night sky

@macar0ni2

Mar 1, 2025

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our faces don’t really look the same - Aware

- happy snowstorm to those experiencing it. over time i’ve been quite used to my environment changing around me. i know with how much control i’ve exhibited that it hasn’t been a case of myself lacking control or my *will* being meaningless, but rather the way i wake up. - in the past few months, i shut myself off in attempts to minimize whatever i was feeling. i’m still guilty of it but, looking at pictures of myself before i turned out this way makes me see that even if i can’t see how my behavior’s changed, i can see the physical. this is a very stupid and literal reference, but “changes” by david bowie goes as such: / Ch-ch-changes, just gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But I can’t trace time / time will change us. no matter what, but our efforts will amount to something if we try imitating its grip! facing it first, (grimly) succumbing to time could be what makes us change. there’s times where my change isn’t my priority. i’m guilty of wondering how other people think of me now, when i will never be able to know such “hows”. i get scared, terrified of how someone else may have changed, and like with how the physical changes are the most obvious, the aspect that sets in the most fear for me is seeing how people physically change. it’s an odd feeling. you meet who you’re going to be in the future, in each fleeting moment, but once that isn’t in your control, and you’re facing what you can’t lie about, you can’t stop how your environment changes. people look different, their perceptions of you change. all you can do is think what you could do differently, or accept everything. accept who you’re going to be and everything you’re not.

@sebbspirit

Jan 19, 2025

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BE REAL. BE AUTHENTIC. BE YOU.

i struggle with this in my day to day life. i mostly exist feeling the world around me through a translucent shelter. this feeling is another me, in a way. they seek to deflect reality from me to some degree, for my own sake. they always know what they should say and when they should say it. they know when silence is appropriate. but, they can only speak for me. and i for them. we are one, but we’ve grown used to operating as a pair all too well. i allow them to guide me through 80% of my life because operating Me is exhausting. mfw im forced to exist in present day america as someone who is probably autistic, probably a trans girl, and probably won’t be certain of either for years to come dadadadada whatever u get it. all that to say this is me practicing being radically honest. so fuck what y’all think (<3) bc i’m real. which brings me to my final point. regardless of whether u want to be me (or anyone else), you can’t. you’re you. and you’re just as real, so fuck what i think (<3). -fae out 🖕💞 ~/~ number of times i hit backspace :3000

@fadedfae

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HUGS!!!! >O<

i feel like if everyone in the world hugged their friends every day, the world would be a better place <3 -fae out ~/~number of hugs we deserved today :3

@fadedfae

2d ago

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THIS HAS TO STOP

it gets to a point. -fae out ~/~ number of licensed professionals i’ve got on this case :3

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