I don't make sense

papyrus really confronts a serial killer, fully prepared to stop them by force if necessarry, and starts his speech that's meant to convince them to turn around with "ok so first of all you're just fucking weird"

the fact that it can work is even funnier from frisk's perspective actually. middle schooler gets called cringe once and immediately halts their killing spree

If this page suddenly goes silent one day, know that my brother Samer didn’t make it. I will never forget those who saw him suffering from severe bombing injuries, lacking his vital medications, yet chose silence and kept scrolling.

I feel completely shattered and deeply ashamed begging strangers for help every single day. This endless nightmare has stripped us of everything, forcing me to sacrifice even my own dignity just to keep my brother and my family alive.

I swear these donations are our only way out. Please keep supporting us to save my brother Samer. 🙏

vetted by gazavetters, the number is #75 !!!!

Samer's life depends on the next hand that reaches out to him. Please don't just share this post. Help us keep his heart beating.

genderbent doomguy must be butch

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man

One thing I really like about Beverly Engel's book It Wasn't Your Fault, which is about PTSD-induced toxic shame, is that quite a bit of it deals with people who haven't broken The Cycle of Abuse (TM) and have gone on to hurt others. That's a really underserved and vulnerable patient population, and statistically, it's also MASSIVE. I don't think I've read a single other self-help type book on PTSD and self-loathing that confronts the possibility that you're exactly as bad as you think you are.

I felt better that it so much as mentioned that children can react to abuse with ungovernable rage. Everybody likes the image of PTSD patients as internalizing everything and becoming doormats, which does happen, and often, but it's not the only narrative. Personally I've always hated my abusers and have always wanted everyone who so much as breathed wrong in my direction from ages 0 to 18 to burn eternally in hell. I *never* thought any of it was my fault and ever since I was a toddler I was willing to make it everybody else's problem, and it's really relieving to read a clinical perspective that acknowledges that abuse victims can act that way too.

These may be my last words or the last time I write a post, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.

I write these words in great pain, my eyes brimming with tears. I can no longer bear this situation. I am exhausted by hunger, severe anemia, my father's cancer, and the exorbitant cost of the medications he needs.

Please help my friend Nader! These conditions are awful and any help you can give him makes a huge difference

Nader's father needs pain relief. Donate what you can. This is campaign number 4 on the @gazavetters account. I personally assure you that your donations will go directly to Nader, his family, and his ailing father.

Friends, our last donation was a day ago, and our lives depend entirely on your donations and assistance. Please donate now and give what you can to help us. Please donate now.

ocd stands for “oh CMON dude” which is what you say to your brain when you catch it spinning a complex web of the stupidest shit imaginable that it has never the less managed to completely entrap you within

If anything bad happens to me or I lose contact with you, please remember that I begged you to donate, even a small amount, or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.

I write these words with tears in my eyes, watching my nephew suffer so much, unable to get up. He has been in excruciating pain and has had repeated fainting spells over the past week due to severe anemia. I cannot afford all the medications he needs because of their high prices. All I wish is that he doesn't faint again, so I implore you to support me and help me buy his medications as soon as possible. Please donate.

These may be my last words or the last time I write a post about my nephew, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.