trasgerdner

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.

Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.

And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?

indian residential school survivors society (BC)

toronto indigenous harm reduction (ON)

native women's resource centre of toronto (ON)

water first (nationwide)

indspire (nationwide)

miskanawah (AB)

ma mawi wi chi itata centre (MB)

manitoba indigenous cultural education centre (MB)

native women's shelter of montreal (QC)

native friendship centre of montreal (QC)

first light (NL)

They are beautiful.

The act is profane the act is profane they are slick with sweat and the one on top is scarred and the other tattooed, and there’s a cockroach crawls out of a discarded beer can and the room smells like stale brew and sweat and sex, sex so hot it’s turned rancid and so debased it’s become holy, and they’re trembling, and they’re breathing, and they’re bleeding. Kurt Cobain is playing behind a cracked screen and a 41% battery life remaining, and it smells like teen spirit but it’s 2025 and neither of them have been teens since Kurt Cobain was sucking air.

They are us.

She is a bundle of trauma held together by obligation and self loathing, she’s a web of neuroses full of sugar and cigarettes. They aren’t making love because she doesn’t believe in it and she wouldn’t know it if it tore her face off they are fucking, but when all you’ve known is hate a slap is a hug and a fuck is a proposal and if you’ve never known love you’d never realize you’ve fallen in it, so you’re not making love you’re fucking and this isn’t real but it’s the most alive you’ve ever felt and if it isn’t real then fuck reality, fuck the hate, sink your teeth into her and feel her nails rip into your back.

Hope is a poison but it is so sweet when you’re licking it off her cock.

So lick and kick and suck and fuck and yearn and fight and breathe and live and never, ever stop. If your existence is profanity then swear until your throat bleeds because if To Be is a sin then there’s no reason to hold back because a sin made flesh is love made hungry and if I am a sin, then I will sin until the Devil asks for pointers, and I’ll feed him estrogen and sweet hope until she realizes that life is a sin and freedom is a sin and existence is a sin so fuck your blessings and give me damnation until I’m bleeding and she’s so close and she’s so close and for a moment

For one moment

It is tender and it is sweet and it is safe and you would die to protect her future and she would die to see you smile and the only way for you both to do that is to live.

Then they finish, and reality tries to reassert itself, but she has her in her arms and she is petting her hair and they are kissing and they’ve never known love but if this isn’t it then the real thing must be shit.

They kiss, and they sleep.

They are beautiful.

They are.

Drink some water.

Move your body around some if you are able. (Don’t overdo it.)

Think of at least three things you like about yourself. They don’t have to be big things.

If you can get out under that bright shiny ball of fire in the sky for a bit without fucking yourself up, try and do that for a little bit.

That shit you keep meaning to do? Appointments, shopping, whatever? Try to get through at least one step of it. You’ll feel like a fucking superhero.

Reward yourself by doing something that makes you happy. If nothing can make you happy today, try something that USUALLY makes you happy. Watch a Star War or meme something or whatever normally gets your rocks off.

Counting your own breaths while imagining yourself in the most peaceful fucking place you can think of is a great way to calm down if you’re able to focus enough to do so.

Is your mood shitty? I’m sorry to hear that, friend, and I hope you feel better soon, but that’s no excuse to be shitty to other people, dig? If you’re shitty to someone who didn’t deserve it, fucking apologize. Mental illness might be the reason you went off, but it’s not an excuse.

If you didn’t/couldn’t do some or any of the above today, there’s always tomorrow.