Brian Thompson was possibly the most prolific serial killer in American history.
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Brian Thompson was possibly the most prolific serial killer in American history.
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If safety in your ideal society is entirely based on care by networks of affinity, and does not provide care for people who are not liked by anybody, then your society is actually even worse than the situation we are in now.
Pissing off people close to you or over-exhausting your social network or isolating yourself is often an inherent part of many mental health problems, addictions, etc. By the time people need care the most, they have often lost all their networks of affinity, and with some bad luck, any of us could find ourselves in that situation.
There has to be unconditional care available for the more unlikable of us, or there isn't really a safety net for any of us.
Assistance and support depending on how much social currency you have isn't any better than it depending on how much money you have. Switching the currency solves nothing.
Someone hit me with their car and I got isekai'd to a world that's really similar to my old one except in this one my collarbone is mysteriously broken
there's a stage in sandwich consumption where it's falling to pieces & you're desperately cupping it in your hands & it's like this poor wounded animal that is covered in mustard & wants to die
the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.
can someone please change the fucking prophecy
affirmations
i am a complex organism brutally engineered by uncaring forces of nature
i am a product of billions of years and trillions of deaths
i am building a machine greater than myself
i am able to make phone calls and appointments
I can and will talk to strangers when absolutely necessary
me sexting: if that is amenable to you
Good morning weird women
youre weirdly obsessed with finding meaning
your hands are literally instruments of god and you can put them inside of other people btw
blanket normally: really good
blanket 10 mins before you need to get up for work: skin contact with god
knuckle tattoos that say MYFIN GERS
i have to get into bed twenty times a day or ill start following through on various threats ive made