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i went to the dentist today and my dentist honest to god said “can i ask you a question…….what the hell is in your mouth”
it was in awe lmao
then the hygienist and assistant all came over to look too and they were like “wooooow” and my ass was sitting there like
oh my god i posted this and then went to work, and
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okay so to preface this, my hometown where i’m originally from is a really fucking weird place. like from the outside it seems like a normal suburban town, but once you’re there for awhile you get the feeling that’s something’s not…quite all together. a lot of people are really fucking weird there — so much so that that was a running joke in school growing up, that people in the town were just like that. everyone knew not to go out to the farm lands surrounding the town especially at night, we called it “the cuts” and people used to disappear out there all the time or get shot at by the especially weird people that would live out there. the news was and still is truly a thing of horror. every time i come back i’m regaled with even more stories of crazy shit that has happened there.
to put it in perspective we generally never had “normal crime” like robbery or anything like that when i lived there, though that did happen sometimes. the news stories were always like, “a kid was kidnapped by local residents and tortured in a house around the corner,” “a random person was chased down and shot for sport in a really nice neighborhood,” “someone was gored to death by a bull while out car shopping,” etc. (these are all real, btw). everyone does drugs and the whole town is located really close to a government site where they test nuclear weapons and chemicals and shit. this is how i grew up, in this bizarre environment.
i need to preface it this way so that you get that it’s weird. it’s a fucking weird place. i used to listen to the welcome to night vale podcast and make comparisons from it to my hometown, that’s how weird it is.
i only say this so you know that this town is where i got my orthodontics from.
all the kids in my town went to this one particular orthodontist. i also used to go to a dentist in town that a lot of people went to as well. i had a permanent retainer put on my bottom teeth after braces and no one had ever said anything to me about the model of retainer itself or it being weird type of retainer at all. i saw a ton of other people (mostly other kids that were my age at the time) that had the same type of retainer as me too so i never thought about it.
so i kept my retainer in — it’s never caused me problems and it keeps my teeth straight, why not?
however i went to a dentist for the first time in a metropolitan area now, and when he saw it in my mouth his literal first reaction was to say “uh can i ask you a question….what the hell is that”
LITERALLY the words that he said
which in hindsight makes almost too much sense. of course my town of all towns would put these weird unnecessary contraptions in kids’ mouths, and of course it happened so much that everyone just thought it was normal. that sounds exactly, to a T, like my hometown.
my permanent bottom retainer is apparently this prototype that is so rare that he’s literally never seen it before in his life, not in dental school, nowhere. it’s not that it’s an outdated type, it’s just rare as fuck. they were still staring at pictures of it on my chart in wonder when i left the office.
so just know somewhere out there, in a weird ass suburban town where they test nuclear weapons and a good portion of the residents go fucking nuts, there’s probably hundreds of people still walking around with this same contraption in their mouth that exists nowhere else in the world thinking, “yeah, that’s cool. that makes sense. let me go drink the definitely not-contaminated water now and never move away from here.”
This sounds like an X-files episode
Okay, so I looked into it and I think that the town is Tracy, California.
I looked up the bull-murder thing OP mentioned and Tracy seemed to be only town that came up with a matching case. Though the man didn’t actually die from his injuries everything else matches up one for one. So just to make sure that it was the right town I looked to see if there was any murder-torture of young people in Tracy, and unfortunately there was. It was a 17 year old boy who escaped and survived the torture. And just to solidify that it was in fact Tracy I looked up shootings in residential areas and there was one of a 20 year old man who was shot and killed in a nice neighborhood.
Okay, but I decided to look into Tracy more to find out more information about it and the town is super suspicious. There’s been a lot of murders and shooting in the town. Back in 2009 an 8 year old girl, Sandra Cantu, was kidnapped and murdered by a Sunday school teacher who said she had no idea why she killed Sandra. Another case happened in 2018 when four underage boys were shot and one was killed by four teenage boys. There’s a lot of news stories on shootings, homicides, and drug busts in that town. It’s a really cute town from the outside, if you just look up Tracy, California there’s a lot of really cute businesses and nice articles on sweet things that happen in the town, but if you actually look into it the town is really sketchy.
So yeah, this sketchy town with a military base, multiple homicides and shootings is maybe Tracy, California.
………………..yeah, you guys caught me
i grew up in tracy
also i have to add another person’s tags to this since it’s honesty hour because they’re hilarious and true
Honestly I wasn’t even surprised when I found out it was in California. Even less surprised when googled it and found out it was near the Bay Area. That sounds about right.
Apparently the motto is “Think Inside the Triangle” and I’m not sure how to feel about that.
Im rebolgging just to add that it’s illegal to see the news from the city in UE. Like, LITERALLY:
it’s….what now
Please get out of this place
How did this post get weirder
In fairness, that last part about the blocked news sites is not a spooky mystery.
Websites all over the world have two ways to avoid violating the GDPR (a set of data privacy laws that protect people in the European Union): Either stop the website from slurping up so much of users’ private information – or! Or just make the site impossible to access from the EU.
Local news websites in the United States tend not to rely on traffic from Europe. Looks like the operators of these news sites decided, fuck it, just block the EU. It was a pretty common decision, especially in 2019, the year those screenshots were taken, which was the year after the GDPR took effect.
So it’s not that Europeans were blocked from seeing news stories about specifically Tracy. They were blocked from seeing any news on those websites at all.
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ASTRONOMY PICTURE OF THE DAY July 19, 2026 at 05:00PM What's happening in the Statue of Liberty nebula? Bright stars and interesting molecules are forming and being liberated. The complex nebula resides in the star forming region called RCW 57, and besides the iconic monument, to some looks like a flying superhero or a weeping angel. This re-assigned color image showcases dense knots of dark interstellar dust, fields of glowing hydrogen gas ionized by these stars, and great loops of gas expelled by dying stars. A detailed study of NGC 3576, also known as NGC 3582 and NGC 3584, uncovered at least 33 massive stars in the end stages of formation, and the clear presence of the complex carbon molecules known as polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs). PAHs are thought to be created in the cooling gas of star forming regions, and their development in the Sun's formation nebula five billion years ago may have been an important step in the development of life on Earth. Image: https://ift.tt/OpHD2Gc via NASA https://ift.tt/DnKoPHg APOD --> https://ift.tt/gV2K6a7
maybe the single funniest twitter comment I've ever seen
i love this photo because at first you think that she was going to get married but instead her husband to be left her, or something like that. but actually its quite the opposite. i clicked on the source and it brought me to an article explaining the story behind this photo, and shes not crying, shes hungover. her and her husband went to a football game on their wedding day, and got extremely drunk and partied all night. they took the subway home because they couldn’t drive. so no, its not a sad heartbreaking story, its a crazy joyful one. which in my opinion makes the picture even more amazing.
CAN PEOPLE PLEASE REBLOG THE PIC WITH THIS CAPTION^ AND NOT THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE IS SAD AND ARE LIKE “POOR GIRL GOD BLESS”
poor girls hungover, god bless
poor dress something bless her with a very good but gentle stain remover 🙏
can i come over and inhale your scent
Piccolo in Dragon Ball Z: Bojack Unbound (1993)
Only God Has My Mental Illness
There are chambers of the human mind so abandoned that even language enters them trembling. We rush to diagnose what echoes there because naming a darkness often feels safer than standing inside it. We catalogue symptoms, prescribe disciplines, construct identities around fractures. Yet there remains a territory no diagnosis can fully occupy. The deepest wound is not merely disordered thought. It is the unbearable sensation of carrying an interior architecture that no other consciousness has ever inhabited. Every sufferer eventually discovers the same terrible solitude. Others may recognize the shape of your illness. No one experiences its exact weather.
This is why understanding itself becomes a form of hunger. We beg to be interpreted. We search for the one sentence that might finally explain why terror arrives without invitation, why joy evaporates before it ripens, why the mind sometimes hunts the body that shelters it. But every explanation remains external. Even the most faithful companion stands outside the locked room. Empathy may press its ear against the door. It cannot enter.
There comes a darker realization. If another human being were able to carry the full weight of your interior without distortion, they would cease to remain themselves. To know a consciousness completely is to inherit every fracture that built it. No finite creature survives such intimacy. We are spared from perfect understanding because it would destroy the one attempting it.
This is where the abyss unexpectedly changes its face. The solitude was never evidence of abandonment. It was evidence of scale. There exists only one consciousness vast enough to descend into every corridor without becoming lost, to witness every violent contradiction without recoiling, to remember every forgotten terror without being infected by it. The mind you fear is not hidden from God because there is nowhere within it where He has not already stood.
Perhaps this is why prayer sometimes feels less like speaking than bleeding. Words become unnecessary. Thought itself collapses into raw exposure. The panic you cannot describe, the compulsions that disgust you, the impulses that terrify you before you have even chosen them, all arrive before Him untranslated. What horrifies you as chaos appears before Him with the terrible clarity of complete knowledge. Nothing surprises omniscience. Nothing contaminates holiness. The place you call your madness is simply another room He refuses to leave.
This is not consolation. It is judgment of another kind. Every excuse dies beneath such perfect intimacy. One can no longer hide behind misunderstanding because absolute understanding has already arrived. Every self deception falls apart beneath a gaze that knows not only every action but every impulse that struggled against it. God does not merely know what you did. He knows every battle no witness ever saw. In that exhaustive gaze the illness is stripped of its ultimate power: the claim that it renders you unknowable.
Only then does the illness lose its final weapon. It may still convulse the mind. It may still scar memory and poison emotion. It may still return tomorrow wearing the same familiar face. But it can no longer convince the sufferer that they inhabit an unknowable universe. There is One who has memorized every corridor long before you first wandered into it.
Here is the revelation that reorders everything before it. Your mental illness was never yours to possess alone. God has it. Every shadowed corridor you believed sealed from all eyes was occupied before your first breath. The loneliest room in creation was never empty.
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw
We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.
night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you
Made a painting of all of us “Holding Hands” <3
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