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(cowboy voice) they call me the quickest shot in the west . on account a' my.......... premature ejactulatin

woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic

hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back

The most terrifying part of having memory issues is when you can feel something from 5 seconds ago be thrown out the window and there's an empty hole where it once was. You remember that you forgot something.

THE MOST TERRIFYING PART IS WHEN IT LEGITIMATELY FEELS LIKE YOU ARE GASLIGHTING YOURSELF. YOU GO TO DO SOMETHING AND IT IS ALREADY DONE (and there is no one else who could've done it). YOU HAVE CLEAR MEMORIES OF DOING SOMETHING BUT THEN YOU FIND EVIDENCE AGAINST THAT. YOUR MOM TELLS YOU TO DO SOMETHING AND FIVE MINUTES LATER YOU AREN'T SURE WHETHER SHE SAID THAG TODAY OR YESTERDAY OR-

why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.

everyone knows that space is very very cold, and the sun is very very hot. so i assume there's a bit of space kind of near the sun which is just right. balmy space

Yes, that’s. That’s where we are.