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"good boy" goes hard for me but if i can tell that a single thread in someone's mind is misaligned in why they think that could go hard then it's instant death for the user instead. the transfeminine 'good boy' is an intricate machine that a tme even glancing at would shatter so it's not the sort of thing id ever post about beyond this context.

txttletale

How do you even live not believing in free will, that just seems bleak, I’m not concern trolling or anything I’m genuinely curious

well i mean it's just like "luck", something you have to "pretend" is real for all intents and purposes because although you know of the underlying deterministic mechanisms on a very high level of abstraction it is basically permanently infeasible in terms of time and resources to actually simulate them. i presume you "know", if pressed, that the result on a die is not actually "random", that if you had a perfect computer simulating gravity and air resistance and the angle of the die when thrown and all the forces exerted on it and the surface it's landing on and so on and so forth, for every conceivable physical factor, that computer would be able to tell you exactly what it would come up with any time. but that's not a reason to be like, "how can i even play yahtzee", right, that's not a knowledge that has a real bearing on your life. the same all applies to brains, which are also just... physical objects, reacting to the world around them in ways bounded by physical laws.

and in the same way i dont like, treat people like unthinking one-track meat automatons because their actions are deterministic, because i have no access and no plausible way i could ever get access to the level of information i would need to fully comprehend and predict the systems that lead to their decisions. it's a belief that doesn't impact my day to day life in literally any way other than complicating pat liberal notions about "personal responsibility" and keeping my worldview self-consistent

trangoldin

swagophile

I made an automaton in the shape od a human from clockwork components and it sees with porcelain eyes and it feels with a cold and metallic touch and the only warmth it knows is when I'm welding it back together every time it falls or breaks itself but soon I'm going to show it how it feels to know love. And after that I'm going to make it understand how it feels to have your heart broken. I'm doing this because I'm crazy and have problems

swagophile

She turned to me recently after everything was said and done and she caressed my cheek softly, wiping tears from my eyes, and she told me she forgives me. She forgives me and its okay. That she's glad she went through that and that she would have never known what it's like to love if I hadn't, that her body would have never known warmth and her heart would never have the spark I gave her, even if I took it away. And i cried. I cried a lot. Because I never meamt to do any of that. I only created her and did all of that because I wanted to hurt something. I wanted to create something beautiful and then make it feel the pain I know like a lover and I told her all of that and she told me she knows. And that she always knew. And she chose to love me anyways. And she told me she still loves me, even now. And I asked her why. I asked her why she loves me in spite of everything about me that's wrong and she said I was looking at it wrong. She said she didn't love me in spite of what I am. She said she loves me in my totality. For everything and everyone I am, even the me I've grown to loathe completely, and I cried. I cried because I made her and yet she's so much more than I will ever be. She's kind. She's caring. She's compassionate. She loves deeply even when she knows that love will never amount to anything because that's who she is. She's beautiful. And I made her. And I only made her to feel pain, but she feels so much more than that. I wish I was like her. I wish I had what she has. But I know deep down that I never will, and thats because I'm crazy and have problems

energyprison

americans after eating 2 pounds of pasta and getting sick: uh oh im about to enter a serious food coma lol

americans after eating 2 pounds of ginger beef and fried rice and getting sick: the devious CCP has agents everywhere

epicsause-official

was on the wikipedia page for charleston red rice and i noticed the photo they used was blurry. i went to the talk page to see if this was brought up and stumbled upon this banger of a conversation

notahorseindisguise

you and I were like. pees in a pod. oops sorry i accidentally peed in your pod. anyway as i was saying you and i are pretty fucking similar

coughloop

Under communism the wait staff will not ask if Pepsi is okay. You will not even find out that's its Pepsi instead of coke until you take your first sip. Unless you train like me, to know the difference from the sound of the Fizz alone, that is the only way we can beat communism and I can teach you. Take my hand. Not like that you grabbed it gay. Stop. Giggles. I SAID STOP

#2023????? this is an ageless post

yesornopolls

Have you ever lived within walking distance of a lake?

Yes

No

Remaining time: 5 days 23 hours

#everywhere humans are we first walked. consider more carefully if you could walk to a lake

lesserknownwaifus

Lesser-known waifu: not Calvin's mom

rakdos-dogdyke

The whole story is really cute btw ^w^

your-dewey-decimal-number-is

741.56

comic strips (re: calvin and hobbes)

capnsoapy

Had a very sobering experience today of chilling in a packed sports stadium and them flashing up the day's attendance on screen and it was substantially lower than the number of followers I have on here.

capnsoapy

From now on, every time I make a no-note post it will feel like doing a stand-up set here to stunned silence:

memewhore

fleetwood-mac-andcheese

Historically, when performing long, repetitive tasks like churning butter or weaving cloth, people would sit together and tell stories. Folk stories, fairytales, and even stories about mysterious ape-like figures living in the forests. So, yes, pioneer women did listen to podcasts about bigfoot while churning butter