

if you use the phrase "be normal" as if it's something to aspire to, kindly take a long walk off a short plank. or block me. whichever is easier for you.
child of the 80s
i escaped a cult.
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all of them.
tag: exerian's tragic backstory
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akin to this concept is the little jolt of solidarity that you feel with a service worker when they are dealing with a difficult situation or customer, and you make a moment of brief eye contact and offer them a wry smile, and in that moment they're thinking "oh, thank god, i'm not insane." it's impossible to offer if you, yourself, have not been a service worker, but if you have, it feels like having your hand gently squeezed in reassurance.
the one time a bus husband spoke with me, we both struggled to get a conversation going. Not because of an awkwardness that descended after breaking silence, but because everytime we opened our mouths to speak, it was like the only thing we wanted to say was, "woah."
that's usually how it goes for me too
there was this one bus husband who also read books on the bus. we discussed literature and nothing else.