Where the willows never weep

my psyche in its truest fleshly form

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You can believe in magic, but watch out.

It's fun learning astrology until you start to make broad assumptions about real people's behavior based only on their birthday.

It's fun to speculate about alien civilization until you say early cultures weren't competent enough to build their own pyramids or until scientologists stalk you for every penny you have.

It's fun dressing symptoms in mystical language like "empath" or "indigo child" until you go through life undiagnosed, unaccomodated and feeling less and less human.

It's all fun and games until Tiktokkers tell you hallucinations are actually attunement with a higher dimension and that you should stop taking your antipsychotics.

It's fun to think about possession and changelings until mom starts trying to "save" her child's soul or dad kills his family for having "serpent genes."

It's fun to see natural formations as if they were manmade until you start believing cultists when they say flying saucers are Antarctic Nazis.

You can believe in magic. It's fun to believe in magic. Believing in magic is valuable stimulation. But watch out. Remember your reality checks. There's a lot of cults and scams and white supremacists out there who want to sell you something, and that longing for magic to believe in is how they get you.

Remember that time Green Day took MCR to the cinema

“We had bought these toy lightsabers for Green Day’s kids,” Gerard remembers, “but we kept fucking around with them in the parking lot. So one night Billie and I had a lightsaber battle for fun- he’s a total red-lightsaber, Vader guy, by the way…”

I can’t remember whose tags these are but they’re hilarious (hit me up if they’re yours, sorry I couldn’t resist screenshotting)

Betsey Johnson - Fall 1995 RTW

#Every time I read another idiotic, apocalyptic decision these chuckle fucks make

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Garlic chili crisp pasta (via Instagram)