No Idea What We Are, No Idea If We Have Anything. And That's Okay! We Work A Hell Of A Lot Better Now

No idea what we are, no idea if we have anything. And that's okay! We work a hell of a lot better now so we don't care to dig deeper into it.

Hey, endogenic plurals and other plurals who don't have DID/OSDD! I wanna see something.

If you are sick, tired, and annoyed at the amount of people accusing you of "wanting DID", "roleplaying as a DID system", "pretending to have DID", and forcibly assigning you as a "DID wannabe", REBLOG THIS POST.

This is so real btw

we need to start romanticizing doing household chores in tank tops and sweatpants in the same way that we romanticize knighthood and i am not fucking kidding

Dear humans. I hope when you look at me you get the inexplicable feeling that there is something a little bit off and unsettling about me

fun fact, i can be killed but it won’t last

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

I can't stop thinking about a plural future. I can't stop thinking about the day a plural kid goes to school and won't be forced to "get rid" of his "imaginary" friend when he gets older. About the day a plural kid goes to university and joins a plurality affinity group and takes a class about disability, neurodivergency, and plurality in society. About the day a parade rushes through Washington D.C. flaunting icons of intersecting rings and ampersands, joyous and unafraid. About the day non-discrimination policies say that you can't discriminate against someone on the basis of their multiplicity. About the day a system can introduce themselves in public as Jackie and Johnny, not just Jackie. About the day a presidential candidate gets on stage and tells the nation that they believe plurality is real and worthy of respect. About the day someone talking about their sysmate is as normal as talking about their partner. About the day a system dies and the names of all of their sysmates are carved on their gravestone. I can't stop thinking about the day that we are unbound and happy. May we never lose sight of that day.