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I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon

novelconcepts

Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.

You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.

beesmygod

what is the child annihilating zipline

in 2010, a camp counselor goon logged on to the somethingawful forums asking for help with the zipline he build from scratch, and with no engineering knowledge, that didn’t seem to be working right. when he tested it with a sandbag, it continued to gather speed during the entirety of the 143 foot drop (19 degree slope) until it slammed into the wooden platform at the bottom at a speed of 65mph, presumably creating a child paste that would have to be scraped off to be sent home. there were pictures.

acridrainshowers

groverhaus and the child-annihilating zipline are classics of post and we will never forget them

too bad the zipline isn’t as famous. the fucked-up bathroom has even gained more traction than the child-exploding summer camp zipline. there is no justice

i love this but DON’T denigrate the fucked up bathroom that’s a legend

patrickdiomedes

fucked up bathroom?

before and after extensive diy renovations

themysteriousmurasamecastle

this looks like a doom wad

goatplanet

The extremely good news is that someone DID make it into a doom wad

https://twitter.com/dietinghippo/status/1102879467741966336

themysteriousmurasamecastle

this is un fucking believable

I’m sorry, y’all are selling RIPline (The Machine to Kill Children) short, so I need to bring in YouTuber and generally amazing person Dan Olson in to sum this up for me

And some visual aides

canadianbakinblr

I’m gonna add to this with a few things:

And finally, a screenshot that anyone familiar with the bathDOOM saga and the SomethingAwful forums should find amusing(truly the epitome of FAFO):

scorpionlafemme

zoinyoi

inspired by art from @ middnae

robotblues

the brothers Area

meikiran

part 1 of my new years comic for my mother !!! Hope everyone had a wonderful spring festival and may fortune be upon you !!

wholeheartedsuggestions

holding yourself accountable and tearing yourself down are two different things

titusandrogynous

Louder for the people in the back!

Also, holding others accountable and tearing others down are two different things.

scenerwiththegreenery

"I'm sorry I hurt you" and "I'm sorry I'm such a terrible person, I don't deserve you" are two really different reactions.

For everyone wondering what the difference is: it's who you centre after the words "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry I hurt you" centres the person you hurt and their feelings. It takes accountability for hurting them, and expresses remorse for having done so.

"I'm sorry I'm such a terrible person" centres yourself and your feelings. You are not expressing remorse. You are expressing shame, and shame is about how you feel. You are saying, in effect, that you regret how you hurt your own feelings, not how you hurt their feelings.

docileroamer

'We have Enough Dead Friends --- Lena Oleanderson' thank you @lena-oleanderson for making this poem, was a good read!

positivelyqueer

[ID: digitally illustrated comic of black lineart on a pale yellow background, featuring two people. The panels are animated so they move slightly, and the people sometimes blink. A person with open arms and an open door in their chest. Text "Come over, the doors are open." The interior of a home. Text "my house's a mess." A person holding their hand below the love heart in their chest while it drips. Text "So is my heart." A person standing in a doorway, opening the door. Text "But the doors always open." Two people holding hands with an open can of soup above their heads. One of them is crying. Text "Come over. I will make soup." An open can of soup. Text "Probably from frozen but-" Two people sitting at a table, feeding each other soup from the one bowl. Text "The important thing is-" Both people eating while staring into each others eyes. Text "We will both eat." A crying person gripping an oversized sword stabbed through their chest. Text "You don't have to be dying." The same person looking down at the sword. Text "But if you are," The tip of the sword stabbed into a bleeding love heart. Text "Or you feel like you are," A person curled up with their back to the viewer, the sword and the love heard behind them. Text "Or if living's been hard." The person sitting up now, talking on a rotary phone. Text "Call me." Another person standing beside the one on the phone. Text "and I will show up." One person holding the other in their lap. Text "it doesn't have to be that bad. It doesn't have to be bad at all. But if it is, Please Call."

Below the cut is a poem titled 'We Have Enough Dead Friends" by Lena Oleanderson. Transcript: "Come over. The doors are open. my flat's a mess and so is my heat but the doors are always open. Come over. I will make soup, probably from frozen but the important thing is we will both eat.

You don't have to be dying, but if you are, or you feel like you are, or if living's been hard, call me, and I will show up. It doesn't have to be that bad, it doesn't have to be bad at all, but if it is, please call.

Do you want me to do the groceries? Do you want me to mop the floors? Do you need to be held; you don't have to be dying to be held. If you want me to be there, I want to.

I'm on the bathroom floor again, and breathing is hard, and eating's been hard, and sleeping, the world is a laden thing rolling around on my chest lately. Just being alive is heavy tonight, but we have enough dead friends. Come over." /end ID]