*cradling the inner child who still believes that everyone would completely fucking hate him if only they understood how awful and bad he was, secretly, if only they understood all the wrong and unclean things that he had done*
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“heyyy bud. let’s drink some water and go for a walk and listen to some music, okay? let’s try and take a shower and get some of the grime off. we can go get ice cream soon. in the meantime, may I offer you some extremely cool books to look at? they’ve got swords in them… cute girls, too… oh, oh no. aw hell no nope no no no hey drop it, drop the interesting shame spiral, let it go for now it will still be here later if you still want to look at it when you get back…”