quicksilvre.bsky.social
@quicksilvre.bsky.social
I love your characters! They feel very Dungeon Meshi, but softer and warmer, if that makes any sense?

(If it doesn't... Sorry😅)
May 25, 2025 at 7:50 PM
Thank you, and good night 💜
February 6, 2025 at 7:51 AM
🎵And it seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Buddy, if that's loggin' in,
Then I'm loggin' out🎶

*saxophone solo*
February 6, 2025 at 7:50 AM
For tonight, I'm stayed out of The Scroll.

Which, having said that, I but now finally remember why I opened butterfly app in the first place 😅
February 6, 2025 at 7:47 AM
Does this mean I'm leaving? No. Does this mean I'm going to be around more after all? Maybe. I'm tired of being lonely, & it's not like the butterfly app is the only place I get sucked into The Scroll. At least this way I sometimes get to talk about what I feel about the flotsam that knocked me over
February 6, 2025 at 7:44 AM
It's hard not to fall into The Scroll when I open this app. Even if I told myself I could do "mentions only mode" I know that sooner or later I will open Pandora's box
February 6, 2025 at 7:38 AM
If they want to break me they will have to come and do it themselves. I am not going to let The Scroll pull me into the depths and drown me before my time
February 6, 2025 at 7:31 AM
But it's still a fragile habit and The Scroll has a tendency to break me. This is a bad time to be broken. The people that benefit from my being broken are the same people doing the awful things that make The Scroll so deep and turbulent these days. I refuse to just give in to them.
February 6, 2025 at 7:29 AM
And I am honestly proud of having gotten to this point! It was super hard but it helps so much when I do! It's never actually easy to do because sensory overload is common at the end of the day, but it's so much easier to sleep with a clean mouth
February 6, 2025 at 7:22 AM
I am deep in the depths of several embarrassing addictions I was using as ways to "grey rock" abusive exes out. I have been working on achieving baseline levels of personal hygiene and nutrition. Like. It has been an incredible struggle to get to the point where I brush my teeth *most* of the time
February 6, 2025 at 7:16 AM
I want to know what is happening. It's scary when I don't know. It's also scary when I do know.

But, when I do know - what do I do with that? How am I supposed to prepare for the systematic destruction of the systems keeping me alive, because our new cyber nazi overlords hate the idea of me living?
February 6, 2025 at 7:11 AM
& these days the river is especially turbulent (storms all along the river have it overflowing and full of runoff fertilizer, can't see what's going to hurt you before it's too late to get out of the way)

I am still rebuilding the retaining wall. I can't keep the river out when it overflows
February 6, 2025 at 7:02 AM
The Scroll is like the river running next to my little makeshift onsen. It is a strong river that can quickly carry messages and news far and wide, but the current is strong & even the strongest swimmers get overwhelmed eventually.

I am no longer a strong swimmer.
February 6, 2025 at 6:55 AM
& that warmth is definitely here. It makes me a funny kind of feeling in my chest that I dare to call "happy" that people remember me from the bird site and are glad that I turned up here.

But then there's The Scroll.
February 6, 2025 at 6:50 AM
I don't actually want my problems solved! I want to talk about them! Even if nobody listens, it helps to talk. And that truth - that it helps to talk - is what made the bird site so warm. I never really expected any responses, but I kept getting them, & that give me so many feelings
February 6, 2025 at 6:45 AM
Telling people what I'm feeling, about any of the many urgently broken things about my life at present, in a direct message of any sort, but especially via text?

Feels like I'm sending them one of those unskippable pop up ads with the helpless freezing lady who needs you to solve her problems
February 6, 2025 at 6:34 AM
I got too used to letting people rearrange my life into the wrong shapes & making the situation worse for me. The pathways that light up in my brain when I get exposed to that kind of "love" were well worn already when I was a child.

Too many people have pushed that button. Took charge of my fate
February 6, 2025 at 6:25 AM
I got too used to being loved by people who manipulated me, people I couldn't talk to about my needs without doing the mental calculus of "how upset are they already/is what I'm about to say going to tip them over the threshold of Too Much"
February 6, 2025 at 6:17 AM
& it makes me wary of the people who might try to push either of those buttons. The ones who will go out of their way to tell me I don't matter, or that I'm wrong for wanting things, will at least be easier to spot, but it's the ones who would hit the green button that really worry me
February 6, 2025 at 6:06 AM
Laying on the bed, shivering, frozen with indecision because there are so many things so urgently wrong with the only shelter I have

I might as well have glowing buttons that say "help him" and "abandon him" floating next to me. This storm is awful & it's gonna fucking kill people. Maybe even me
February 6, 2025 at 5:55 AM
I literally feel like that lady in all those ads who is trying to sleep in a decrepit house during a snowstorm, mentally

A killing blizzard of Real Life Shit is happening right now and I find myself in possession of insufficient protection from the inclement weather
February 6, 2025 at 5:39 AM
Sometimes there were storms and floods and we took shelter together, telling stories to find courage and hope from the knowledge that we were not alone

& I would love to be doing that right now but trying to do that feels like trying to build a house during a monsoon
February 6, 2025 at 5:33 AM