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I looove when food is in a bowl. Frequently plates are being brought out and I'm thinking this could've been a bowl meal but nobody gets it

technofinch

we're all so lucky that a cat can be orange. that's such an incredible color for a cat to be

johnnycrass

always thought it was strange that ppl go to amsterdam to do drugs specifically. do you know what i absolutely dont wanna hear while tripping? Dutch

justsomeguycore

horror movie showing a child’s drawing of the monster or ghost or whatever but instead of a little kid and crayons they’re like a preteen and it’s manga style

crimson-rots

saddest thing that can happen to 2 guys with freak shit going on is people calling them boyfriends. yes i know theyve got something homosexual going on but brother it is NOT that

crimson-rots

you guys realise that the point of media isnt just to find 2 white men and make them fit into your boxes. right? "suburban husbands" is not the end goal for every relationship. sometimes two guys just have to have freak shit going on.

crimson-rots

listen to me. ok? i take your hand very gently. not every person is going to love each other in the way you've been taught. sometimes people just want to fuck around with each other. sometimes they're special to each other without definitions involved. sometimes soulmates are never going to get married. even when they love each other. yes, even when they love each other romantically. sometimes theres freak shit going on and that freak shit won't end with "boyfriends". ok?

crimson-rots

the world can be so beautiful. sometimes they just get married for tax benefits and then never address it again. the characters' self-reflection doesnt HAVE to fix their freak shit. the bit doesn't have to stop just because people go to therapy

crimson-rots

THEY WOULD NOT FUCKING HAVE KIDS.

breya-etherium-shaper

*multiplies you by 1*

Ach im the exact same but a process has occurred

moonlitmartyr

I hate ruminating on what could have been. Out here thinking "if only I locked in when I was 13" are we serious

#bros im fucking gregnant and all i can think about is that there is a Deadline and i Lost My Chance #for what???#am i about to die?? why is there a sense of doom haunting me like im Too Late

forepop

my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.

me: i would just give it to you.

my dad:

androfembot

in elementary school we had. basically an immersive economics lesson that was "playing City," with different jobs and businesses; it was mostly semi-free time for socializing and selling/buying toys and snacks from each other. one of the lessons we were supposed to learn was the importance of paying a small amount of money into health and/or business insurance, because you had a chance of being hit with the Daily Disaster and a huge bill.

anyway, some kid who didn't buy insurance got hit with a "medical bill" early on, so he was supposed to be bankrupt and have to sit the rest of the game out. the 8 year olds were not having it and spontaneously invented crowdfunding so he could keep playing with everyone else.

kids who don't 'get it' are right, actually

sonnetscrewdriver

endlessly, morbidly fascinated by how when you're a kid you're constantly having parents, school, religion, media, all drumming it into your head that Sharing Is Good And You Need To Do It, and then you grow up and suddenly they're all like right never mind all that, this is The Real World and it's every bastard for himself

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pornhub.com/search/redemption

pornhub.com/search/forgiveness

wordfather

collecting these

wordfather

HOW could i forget this classic

realreallove

How it feels to be violently reminded over and over again that the world hates women and men especially hate women in a way that is so cruel and heartless and genuinely evil

c3rvida3

Cast iron rat kiss... cast iron rat bliss...

ashstfu

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

ritshoe

Kudos to fanfiction writers for writing about all the trauma and emotional and mental turmoil that the original content creators dont acknowledge when putting characters through hell

saltoftheao3

This has evolved to one of fanfiction’s major assets in my eyes. To every author that cares enough about the characters in their stories to examine trauma, but also the slow, tedious processes of healing and recovery: your stories mean so much to me and other persons with mental health problems. Thank you, thank you, thank you.