Maria

and like what do you say to that. well i have no idea what a normal person would say and i didnt know what was going to come out of my mouth when i opened it and it turned out to be "oh jesus i am going to kill myself"

such insolence... guards? seize her! ...no. stop. not like that. you are doing it gay. why are you seizing her gay style

looks thru a glory hole & sees a train coming straight towards me

People misuse the term more often than not now but it is maddening how common it is for parents to actually gaslight their children. Like it's not rare for people to step into adulthood and realize that their parents fed them a false version of reality, made them not trust their own perception of themselves and the world, and stunted their reasoning skills the entire time.

I remember one incident when I made a recording with my flip phone of my mother screaming at us kids at top volume like an actual demon and afterwards she manipulated me into deleting it and as soon as it was gone, she acted like it never happened. She knew she couldn't let me keep the evidence because then I'd not only know for sure that I didn't just imagine it/wasn't being overdramatic, I could also play it for someone and have them believe me. The biggest threat to abusive parents is their children a) trusting that their perception of them is correct and b) being believed.

I feel like so many problems people have with tv at the moment could be solved if we just went back to the good ole days of 20 episodes a season that’s just sixty percent filler and character development. Give the people what they want- less condensed story and more meaningless shenanigans

used to live in a college town that was huge on sports. 80% of small talk was sportsball and so i developed an Evil Habit: whenever the conversation inevitably turned to the upcoming Big Game i would act excited and then confused. I would earnestly insist they had the details wrong. "the game next Saturday? don't you mean the Thursday after? playing against the [predator species]? no we're playing against the [other predator species]." And so on. i would draw this argument out for as long as feasibly possible, until eventually someone would pull out their phone to prove to me my wrongness. At which point I would squint exaggerated at the screen, slap my forehead in an eureka moment, and exclaim "oh you meant the MEN'S team!!! are they doing a game? that's nice."

it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living