The ed people are completely disingenuous. Go to hell immediately.

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The ed people are completely disingenuous. Go to hell immediately.
You people want to act like you don’t have daily requirements. Fuck you! You and all these stupid tasks with zero benefits. Completely arbitrary, embarrassing, humiliating, and outright harmful. No Transparency. No consent. I’m sick of it. Unfortunately, literally sick.
Coffee negatively impacts all of these needs. So make your daily requirement make sense. Everyday you’ve been making me shoot myself in the foot.
YOU’RE STUPID. And I hate you.
me, fingers moving across the keyboard so fast that there's motion blur, tears streaming down my face, shaking like a chihuahua on a cat tree: you can't edit a blank page, you can't edit a blank page, you can't edit a blank page, you can't edit a blank page, you can't edit a blank page, you can't edit a bla-
I won’t fucking do it, because I don’t fucking care.
the feminine urge to abandon the novel and start a newer, hotter, less emotionally demanding novel
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What?
SOMEBODY IS GOING THROUGH GREAT PAINS TO HIDE THEIR BEHAVIOR. Why???? You malpractice ass bitches.
They really said go look at this photograph and then take a shit. Are you kidding me?
How are you the good guy? Anything to “look good,” huh?
Resisting and documenting your cruelty is perfectly valid behavior.
Hyper-individualist cultures go, “Your emotions are your personal responsibility. Don’t burden others. Regulate privately. Maintain functionality. If you’re upset, process it offstage so the machine keeps moving.” Meanwhile certain collectivist or harmony-focused frameworks go, “Your emotions disrupt group cohesion. Don’t create discomfort. Don’t impose disharmony. Transcend or contain your reactions for the sake of the whole.”
Different mythology, same trembling fear that one person saying “actually, I feel terrible” will cause civilization to peel apart like wet drywall.
And I hope all my big girls lose all fear of taking up space. Fat women are discouraged for their existence on every level of society but we are beautiful and make the world worth living in.
You think I’m fat, but I’m not.
Meaning no food.
keep eating to resist a world that wants you weak. keep eating to resist a world that wants you weak. keep eating to resist a world that wants you weak. keep eating to resist a world that wants you weak. keep eating to resist a world that wants you weak. keep eating to resist a world that wants you weak. keep eating to resist a world that wants you weak. keep eating to resist a world that wants you weak. keep eating to resist a world that wants you weak.
It’s no longer safe to eat.
i went to eating enough food world and they're excited to meet you. keep eating lots of meals and snacks and take my hand! we can go there.
They’ll just make you shit them out.
This Monday, our baby walked for the first time.
He toddled toward his older brother, who was calling his name, and when he finally reached him, his brother hugged him tight. The baby burst into that bright, carefree laughter that only babies seem to have.
At that moment, the song “Melody” by Koji Tamaki was playing from my phone, and I found myself thinking, “Every time I hear this song from now on, I’ll remember this moment.”
Even though it was happening right in front of me, the scene instantly became nostalgic.
It made me feel, once again, that I’m glad to be alive—and that I need to keep living.
Isn’t it nice to have something to live for?
You need to change the fucking meds bitch. People should be able to function in life, not be laid out on pills and injections. The “cure” is the fucking poison.