My Best Friend @expiredidealist Is Out With A Group Of People Still Running Supplies To People In NC

my best friend @expiredidealist is out with a group of people still running supplies to people in NC around burnsville and bakersville, they’re working on clearing paths and whatnot so people can get out and around. here are some places to donate if you would like to help them directly. they need it for medical supplies, oil and gas for their chainsaws, coms, and other general emergency related things. thank you!

venmo: @Jaybird-Hess

cashapp: $nallygasher

paypal: @JaybirdBlue

venmo: @whitetrashbaddie

Fav song from veggietales?

barbara manatee or the “meet me in st. louis” song, i sing both of them often

Fav song from veggietales?

barbara manatee or the “meet me in st. louis” song, i sing both of them often

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.

what are the consequences of it happening to all of us

it, in and of itself, is the consequence of living

Fav song from veggietales?

barbara manatee or the “meet me in st. louis” song, i sing both of them often