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Hello, friend! This post has been password protected for the following reason:

“Because I’m fifty shades of fucked up, Anastasia.”

Because it might probably will disturb you to know the reality inside my brain.

White matter, grey matter, red mush. With cream.

Usually I will be happy to tell you the password if I have at least some inkling of who you are, or sometimes there are clues in the reason. If you have trouble, just ask.


Protected: imagine

Protected: i don’t know how to sum this up in a few words.

Hello, friend! This post has been password protected for the following reason:

A long time ago someone I trusted played games with my fragile, developing mind. And now my mind is a worn, torn, scratched and dented game board where sometimes snakes turn into ladders and ladders turn into snakes and maybe the snake will eat you or maybe the snake will just whisper evil things into your brain.

I have strong feelings about this.

My favourite Danish words are for a dessert I don’t even like. And can’t pronounce.

Usually I will be happy to tell you the password if I have at least some inkling of who you are, or sometimes there are clues in the reason. If you have trouble, just ask.


Protected: i don’t know how to sum this up in a few words.