Synfulrants - Patron Saint Of Roses

Carrie White 🩸👑

are you five nights at fucking kidding me

A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.

Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?

The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.

Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.

Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.

cant believe im a real person what the hell. the good lord will just make anybbody

I love pretending to be normal in social settings bc it’s like how long will it take until they find out a screw is absolutely loose. how long can I keep this going for

[ABOUT ME]

🌹They/Them. Adult. Bisexual. Queer. Pagan.

🌹Disabled spoonie. DID System (Traumagenic). Maladaptive daydreamer with CPTSD and social anxiety. Please, do not tap the glass! Creature running this blog is easily frightened.

🌹 Nocturnal cryptid who hates the sun. In love with the stars. Is 100% that person who does things according to the moon phase and sleeps with crystals and stuffies in my bed.

🌹 Fueled by caffeine. Filthy fanfic writer and occasional artist. Collector of tea cups, tea pots, and coffee mugs. Lover of strange and unusual things. Semi-professional card reader & astrologer. I like cooking new things and yapping with friends. In my villain era and couldn't give a fuck. Insomniac. Most likely to get the grippy sock treatment from my therapist one day.

🌹 Sometimes I play games. Currently into Minecraft but I play other cozy games like Animal Crossing, Web Fishing, Pokémon, and a lot of dating sims.

🌹 Would do a barrel roll into a faery circle if it meant escaping capitalism.

[ABOUT THIS BLOG]

🌹 A catalogue of my mental breakdowns probably. You've been warned. I'm serious.

🌹 Reblogging things that I like!

🌹 Still trying to figure this blog out, honestly.

🌹 Basic DNIs. Minors do not interact. No thinspo/ana blogs. No fat phobic blogs, we celebrate all body types in this house. Radfems and Nazis kys. Porn & blank blogs will be blocked on sight.

🌹 DMs are open. May not respond immediately though. My social spoons fluctuate between 0 to 100 depending.

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#syn is talking to herself

Just me yapping about things. Could be long rants or short thoughts.

Foxes disguised as monks. On the left from Japan and on the right from Denmark.