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When you're not really awake enough to remember what words mean and start vaguely proposing some sort of "Nationalist Socialism", and are still trying to walk it back psychologically three weeks later. Gross.

(As in, inspired by the Young'Uns album: the concept of nationalism - love for your fellow man, history, culture - blended with socialism - prosperity and pleasure for all, not only bread but roses, solidarity with workers across borders, decisions about the environment, education and health made for the good of the common man. And then specifically the mix between the two, that our national pride could be rooted in pride for how well we're taking care of one another, and our sense of heritage be a sense that we've had a long history of collective organising, international compassion, and prosperity.

Not as in: the literal Nazis.

Apologies as I go and take fourteen showers and try and rethink how I phrase this one...)

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I'm working on relearning how to have private, pointless hobbies - it's a joy and a freedom and a freeing up of energy that I've not felt for a long time. I'm coming up with a character for my new doll ATM, and trying to make it as consciously teenage as possible, like, a real bishie fanon Draco Malfoy dark elf prince who's bisexual and sarcastic or something, the sort of thing you write when you're 13 without any shame and what I'm saying is the world could benefit a lot by relearning that sense of shamelessness and joy and self-expression. Why did we ever get to shaming Mary Sues as something negative?