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I am here too!

Good Lord, the Iranians massacred some Yankee soldiers in Jordan

the more i talk to extended family the more i learn that it was EXTREMELY obvious to all the adults around me as a child that something had gone horribly wrong and i needed professional help, but i guess there's some sort of prime directive thing where you can suggest to the kid's parents that the kid might need help but you can never ever ever let on to the kid that you can tell something is wrong. you just have to hold on to that until the kid becomes an adult who's able to say "so i think i experienced a lot of trauma when i was very little" and then you can say "yes, i know. i didn't know what happened but it was completely unmissable that something had." okay. thank you. that's very validating. but why did you leave me to suffer and keep feeling like there was no other explanation than that i was broken and going insane. would it really have been so bad to sit me down and go "i see you. i can't help much, but i can tell something happened and you're in a lot of pain. you deserve help and support. you're not going insane." or something. i don't know. my internal experience was mostly that i had suddenly become a bad child who couldn't seem to get anything right and was always being yelled at. maybe it would have helped if someone had said something.

I just checked and it turns out you still can't hate yourself into a version of you that you can love. I know we were all hoping they'd fixed that but nope, offering unconditional compassion to your flawed self is still the only way to improve. The sweet relief of self-inflicted punishment isn't gonna cut it. Super fucked up, I know, but we carry on.

Okay, Meat Factory is awesome and hilarious, but if they're being harvested for and regenerating absolutely everything, may I suggest an alternative super name: Theseus.

That's the name the hospital has on record for Meat Factory, because hospital administration refused to go forward putting that on their paperwork

number one rule! never believe ur thoughts after 10 pm . unless its about The Character then believe all of your thoughts wholeheartedly

furiously searching online "what do animals do out in a rainstorm" while it's raining

nobody worry too much because they all produce various oils and have different densities of fur to keep them dry and warm as well as seek out shelter under thick vegetation

The Peel is an offshoot of the Onion but honestly if someone told me this was real slam poetry I wouldn’t even question it

Maybe I’m just high but ngl this kinda does go hard. I love when parody becomes what it mocks. Because good parody is from a place of love.