affirmations & manifestations
daily mantras
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I know what I think, I have my own thoughts, and I feel good about them.
I’m not confused by anything. I understand exactly what’s going on around me. I know everything.
I feel normal about being perceived in a way that does not align with the narrative perception I’ve created for myself.
My heart is pure and so are my intentions. I will never hurt anyone.
I love thinking for myself. I love forming opinions. I know what my opinions are. I can tell them to you.
Opinion 1:
Opinion 2: When I was very young my wiccan grandmother cast a protective spell on me in her laundry room. The lights are off and in my mind’s eye I can see her silhouette cast against a decade’s worth of cigarette smoke. In my mind’s nose I can smell her laundry detergent. I remember her sort of moving her hands around me as if she were encasing me in a shell, or an orb. I remember her chanting something under her breath. My mind’s mind does not recall what I was thinking. Probably that magic was happening to me. When I was young, I believed in magic because of my wiccan grandmother. Time has stretched on and on, as have these limbs and my understanding of the things we make up to assuage our grief such as “right” and “wrong”, and in my mind’s nose I can still smell the beer on her breath. When my body goes cold and the morning finds me anyway, I dream of seashells.
I don’t even care if I feel bad. Sometimes in life I’m going to feel bad. I can’t always feel good and I feel good about the idea of feeling bad.
No sorry I mean I feel bad about it.
No sorry I mean I don’t even care.
Things are happening. I understand them or I don’t. Neither option will stop me from staring into the dead center of the sun. Neither will stop me from lighting my frontal lobe on fire like a child might do with a magnifying glass and an ant. And the sun. There is no level of comprehension or lack thereof that can make this different than it is.
I have power over those who love me and I won’t even abuse it. I don’t even want to.
I know who I am. I know what I am. I know what’s under your anger.
I. know what’s under your
skin.
I had a dream I was in the yellow house. I had a dream about who I was when I hadn’t yet registered my parents were people yet. My alarm goes off and I snooze it so I can stay in the yellow house. There’s a period of time inside of there before I knew that what I was experiencing was
pain.
My alarm goes off and I snooze it so I can stay in the yellow house.
I will eat an entire orange with the skin on.
I will go to the park and piss down the slide
I’m scared
I’m scared
I’m scared
I don’t even care if I feel scared.
No sorry I mean
Sorry
I will eat an entire yellow house with the skin on.
I let problems roll off my back
Like water
Like piss
This is all real. In the sense that I am real and I could peel my skin right off if I wanted no problem. I can shove my arm shoulder-deep into the earth. I can bob for apples. This is all real in the sense that existence is tactile in the sense that when I was born time hadn’t stretched on and on and
28. I am strong.
28. I am independent.
28. I love and accept myself unconditionally.
28. I believe in the concept of no conditions.
28. I believe in the concept of unmitigated delusion and unlimited desire.
28. I believe anything can happen.
28. I believe nothing has ever happened
1111. I will start believing in numerology.
I am capable of facing any challenge that comes my way.
I am challenged. I am
Challenging
I know what I am.
I can differentiate between reality and fantasy. I am drawn to disfigured things. I know I feel good. I know I can feel good. I know I can feel. I know what comes after.
i
know
what’s
under
your
Skin
Have you ever been scared?
Do you remember being that small,
and being that scared?
I have no power.
I don’t know anything.
Burnt to a crisp and gnawing at the gates
All veins and tendons and apples
Stretched thin across a distortion in the machine
I feel
Are you still scared?
Are you still scared?
I feel
No sorry I mean
I know what I think, I have my own thoughts, and I feel good about them.

“I will eat an entire yellow house with the skin on.” Girl yes
the way this slowly dissolves until it’s pooling out, even syntactically, is so well engineered. Like subverting also THE LIST format?? which is known for being structured and on the straight and narrow and whatever … but now becomes the engine for communicating the speakers surging uncertainty and emotion? FUCKING BRILLIANT