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how did a woman manage to date elvira for 19 years and not tell every single person she knows

partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that

man with loophole fetish facing criminal charges gets off on a technicality

Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.

How is it that you can a music library of like 1,200+ absolute bangers but as soon as you put it on shuffle in a group setting it's like. anime opening you added in 2010. homestuck parody song. musical artist who was cancelled last year for kidnapping and eating children in his basement. Hamilton

I can't believe some people are actually reblogging this like "Tch. Omg, so embarrassing OP, I can't believe you would ever admit to liking Hamilton 😏 " like ok, first of all congratulations for hatching as a fully formed adult in 2022 from the pure white egg of a virgin swan i guess. Raised in a cave on a diet consisting solely of nuts and berries and leftist twitter clapbacks. "ooooooh, I've never had a complicated relationship with a piece of art that was phenomenally well-received at the time but aged like milk as later reflection revealed the fundamental flaws in its premise that were in fact present from its inception but which I didn't notice because I was 17 and hadn't heard of neoliberalism yet" Should we throw a party? Should we invite Anthony Fantano? Anyway second of all. you draw the line at Lin Manuel Miranda but you're fine with basement guy?

whose dumb ass idiot fuck idea was it to make medicine cost money

go to triple hell

really love a corruption arc where the character is trying way too hard to make it work but they're in over their head and it's uncomfortable and embarrassing and they're swallowing their own puke every time they do something awful and damp with sweat and trembling but insistent that they can do this, they want it, they're not a child, but it's like they're playing dressup in clothes that are too big for them and trying to convince their own reflection in the mirror that they fit and it's just no fun to watch at all

+ then they find inside them a capacity for cruelty far more upsettingly vicious than anyone could have imagined and decide that because they enjoy how unafraid it makes them feel for the first time in as long as they can remember it must have been their true nature all along instead of something that had to be starved in the dark until it grew desperate enough to claw its way out 🙂‍↕️

Referring to someone as your “partner” sounds as if you are deliberately obscuring their gender and may subtly out you. “My ex”, however, is entirely unobtrusively gender-neutral. #breakupallrelationships

Hey hey don’t cry. Character who destroys themself in the end for nothing

Thank you for posting without the fucking destiel meme

Being an adult will have you unironically craving a vegetable

Being an adult will have you unironically sad about a parasite outbreak in fresh vegetables.

category 12 thinking about season four martin event please keep me in your prayers

when jon asks about his poetry and hes like i havent exactly had a lot of time recently and its like. that may be true but its obviously more than that. like theres always talk (and this idea has become less en vogue in circles adjacent to me over the last decade but it is by no means gone) of creative geniuses throughout history being so good bc they were mentally ill but in reality its actually unbelievable how difficult it is to make art when youre deeply depressed. its one thing to write a poem when youre sad bc youre, For Example, pining after your boss who hates you, but its another thing entirely to write a poem when youre actively, deliberately cutting yourself off from the world and your own emotions. where does the poetry come from if you cant dig your hands in and pull it out of the world or your emotions. and why would you even care about poetry if its not for and from the world and your emotions. and how do you begin to heal if you cant access the world and your emotions. and and and

Yyyyyyup basically it'a gonna haunt me until I die