#narcissisticpersonalitydisorder

The siren saved me With her fragrant tune On the water At half past noon He couldn’t resist And she pulled him Underneath To have him join her As her daily feast At half past noon. -L. Frost

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Jan 12, 2021

Jan 12, 2021 at 5:43 AM UTC

larissa-frost

The Feast

The siren saved me With her fragrant tune On the water At half past noon He couldn’t resist And she pulled him Underneath To have him join her As her daily feast At half past noon. -L. Frost

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Attention: This is your trigger warning: If you walk outside your door this morning you’ll be assaulted by noise and light. You may choose to go back to bed to avoid the possibility of fright. In fact keep the shades down and the covers pulled up tight. Don’t talk to people; some may disagree with you; they won’t heed your plea to change their minds to your view. Don’t read books by authors who are male. They might contain descriptions of female bodies that remind you that under your clothes you are undressed, and boys who look at you know that. You’ll feel stressed. Avoid all books with mentions of violence. Such as Civil War diaries or histories of World War II. Your teachers may overlook the fact that you have certain entitlements such as the right to be free of knowledge that is painful. You also shouldn’t have to learn about cultures that are different from your own. We all know that’s how seeds of anxiety and doubt are sown. If subjected to these shocking things you could have a panic attack because the knowledge that others don’t do or think as you do will be traumatic. You’ll never come back to sanity. You’ll be irreparably harmed. You could learn that you cannot command that others think the way you believe that they should. You wouldn’t want to know that. It just wouldn’t feel good.

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Jul 15, 2017

Jul 15, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC

scarlet-mccall

Trigger Warning for a Prima Donna (PF re-post)

Attention: This is your trigger warning: If you walk outside your door this morning you’ll be assaulted by noise and light. You may choose to go back to bed to avoid the possibility of fright. In fact keep the shades down and the covers pulled up tight. Don’t talk to people; some may disagree with you; they won’t heed your plea to change their minds to your view. Don’t read books by authors who are male. They might contain descriptions of female bodies that remind you that under your clothes you are undressed, and boys who look at you know that. You’ll feel stressed. Avoid all books with mentions of violence. Such as Civil War diaries or histories of World War II. Your teachers may overlook the fact that you have certain entitlements such as the right to be free of knowledge that is painful. You also shouldn’t have to learn about cultures that are different from your own. We all know that’s how seeds of anxiety and doubt are sown. If subjected to these shocking things you could have a panic attack because the knowledge that others don’t do or think as you do will be traumatic. You’ll never come back to sanity. You’ll be irreparably harmed. You could learn that you cannot command that others think the way you believe that they should. You wouldn’t want to know that. It just wouldn’t feel good.

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You dismissed evolution when the animal learns to bite to survive, you only care when it bites you. My mother calls me selfish with tears in her eyes. All I can think about is when they locked me out barefoot in the snow for crying as a child, with the coyotes of northern Virginia. And how the animals didn’t harm me, but instead looked back at me with tears in their own eyes. Because we were both subjected to the cold of our livelihoods that taught us to fend to protect ourselves, even if we were both born with what others saw as a fur coat to never feel the ice. Only the coyotes was made of fur, yours was made of the stability they gave you. How could you be cold when others could see what you had? To them you had a coat on, It didn’t matter if it you could actually feel it or not. We both learned to fight for our food, both demonized for it by the same reason we fought for it in the first place. You hunt for your food once. You hunt for it twice. You hunt for your food three times. Until your natural instinct is to hunt, and to hurt. Although you weren’t born to hunt, you weren’t born an animal. You were made into one. Forced to hurt for your food because they didn’t want to feed you. They try to feed you now, and you bite them. They’ll wonder why, they’ll tell you that you shouldn’t. You don’t bite the hand that feeds you. But they never did. You fed yourself. You protected yourself. You comforted yourself. The only person there for yourself was you. You were made into the animal, now when they try to be there for you, you bite. They’ll call you violent. “Petty” “Abusive” “Selfish”. But they don’t care that you were taught to bite. They only care because you bit them. Because the mark from your bite was proof they made you this way.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 7:45 PM UTC

SeventhGradeBathroom

Forced to hunt. Now hate your bite.

You dismissed evolution when the animal learns to bite to survive, you only care when it bites you. My mother calls me selfish with tears in her eyes. All I can think about is when they locked me out barefoot in the snow for crying as a child, with the coyotes of northern Virginia. And how the animals didn’t harm me, but instead looked back at me with tears in their own eyes. Because we were both subjected to the cold of our livelihoods that taught us to fend to protect ourselves, even if we were both born with what others saw as a fur coat to never feel the ice. Only the coyotes was made of fur, yours was made of the stability they gave you. How could you be cold when others could see what you had? To them you had a coat on, It didn’t matter if it you could actually feel it or not. We both learned to fight for our food, both demonized for it by the same reason we fought for it in the first place. You hunt for your food once. You hunt for it twice. You hunt for your food three times. Until your natural instinct is to hunt, and to hurt. Although you weren’t born to hunt, you weren’t born an animal. You were made into one. Forced to hurt for your food because they didn’t want to feed you. They try to feed you now, and you bite them. They’ll wonder why, they’ll tell you that you shouldn’t. You don’t bite the hand that feeds you. But they never did. You fed yourself. You protected yourself. You comforted yourself. The only person there for yourself was you. You were made into the animal, now when they try to be there for you, you bite. They’ll call you violent. “Petty” “Abusive” “Selfish”. But they don’t care that you were taught to bite. They only care because you bit them. Because the mark from your bite was proof they made you this way.

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