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i’m always thinking about that news story where a three year old boy who wandered away from his house and ended up in the middle of the woods was found by this local great pyrenees farm dog who herded the kid back to his unrelated owners house. and the guy was like. whose kid is this

rimonoroni2

that dog must have been like. hmm. this isn’t a goat. some human must have left their puppy behind by accident. i have to bring this to management. surely my owner will be able to sort out whatever has occurred. that kid was like i’m all alone and scared and omg a big fluffy puppy is here to help. and that fucking farmer looking at his dog like. who’s toddler did you steal???

fedexrojas9173

''Doesn't know what it's like to receive love''

virtualgirladvance

Sweetie are you okay? You rebloged doesn't know what it's like to receive love 14 times today

cannibalchicken

agnesmontague

derinthescarletpescatarian

We do it in extreme distress OR moderate sun

steamandcream

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

steamandcream

sorry to put your tags on blast on this insane breach containment post I have since muted, but you're right and you should say it.

It is defeatable. Go for the throat.

johnny-depp-is-loved

pick one and reblog to pass it on to those who could use some positivity today

a nice bath with a lavender scented bath bomb and candles

sleepover with your childhood best friends as though you were kids again

waking up to your most favorite food served to you on the bed

frolicking through a flower field with your pets. the sun colors the sky orange

slow dancing in the rain with your most favorite person in the world

movie night and cuddling time with the person you’re in love with

the smell of the rain as you sit by the window with your favorite book in hands

a night in an abandoned victorian palace, just you and the ghost from the past

a cozy room with a fireplace, wool blankets, hot cocoa and endless ao3 fics

baking cake with your family in the kitchen full of laughter and love

a handwritten love poem in an envelope delivered to you every morning

gift card for you to buy all of your favorite things as a form of self care

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cheddar-baby

What the sneef? I'm snorfin' here!

cheddar-baby

Hey? You doin alright @ghost--bot ??

Other classics from American computer jargon include “Error ID ten-plus” (ID10+) and “PEBCAK error” (Problem Exists Between Chair And Keyboard)

doesephs

bharatnatyam air bender

tyeldotcomvents2

When your loneliness is at rock bottom

But you hate social interaction and cut off your friends long ago

So you end up yearning for your past years knowing it’ll never be the same

armengoldira

no-one2ne1

Omg this is insane 😳😳

tidewalker77

Crazy strength!!!

thewitchywench

The core muscles on the lady on the bottom have to be unbelievable.

twonshawn

Holykafuco Batman

d-l-t-b-g-y-d

That’s the Bellagio in the background; the ionic columns and red carpet suggest that they’re at Caesar’s Palace, which might mean that they’re members of the cast of Absinthe— which is the best show in Vegas for many reasons, some of which are on display here.

inkskinned

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

homunculus-argument

"Yeah but were you like born a boy or a girl?"

I was born against my wishes and have spent the past 30 years figuring out how to make everyone else regret it more than I do. Next question.

disgustinggf

mosscaller

If you relate to me, I'm gonna have to ask you to ask you to seek immediate mental help.

I am not the one.

crazyonmain-deactivated20230929

come here i need to tell you a secret we have to whisper because it is gross. i want to be loved so softly. i want to be held. i want to be cherished. i want to be admired and adored.