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I cant stop thinking about this.
"I hope this email finds you well!"
How the email finds me:
the Two Trees, who shared with us their ancient light before the stars were brought down to light our scrolls from behind
No none of the above this is for the wine enjoyers
Evening dress ca. 1895
From the Liberty Hall Museum via History Pin
thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts
built in 1870
Miki Kim
OH COME ON.
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