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one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

i love the youtube poop "pingas" line because the joke is meant to be that it sounds like hes saying penis except it straight up doesnt. innuendo defeated. now its our special word we share together.

The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.

One of the guys I worked with told us a story about how, when they were doing archaeology surveys in the woods they ran into a bigfoot hunter. Bigfoot guy asked if they had seen signs of bigfoot, and he was like "Sorry, nothing like that. We're archaeologists, so we're looking for human stuff." and the bigfoot guy was like "Oh! I saw some Native American cairns on my way out here. I can give you a general location." and when he was like "Yeah dude, that'd be sick. We're actually looking to document those." the bigfoot guy was like "Yeah, they looked pretty cool. I didn't touch them though, because Native Americans built them, not bigfoot."

"it's inscrutable" maybe to you it is. I scrute it all the time

i scrute the milkfish

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

The really unfortunate thing about mental health progress is that sometimes you realize you've made it in the form of "wow, I haven't felt this bad in a fucking while"

On the one hand it's a bit of a pick me up in a dark place to know that this will pass because it has passed before on the other hand sometimes it isn't entirely a pleasant thought to go "wow, I used to feel like this all the time. That was pretty fucking bad. It's pretty bad right now too also."

Someday your current baseline will be the sort of thing you consider A Really Bad Day. It does get better.

I love it when there's artists online who seem to exclusively draw characters who are cute thick anime ladies with hips wider than their shoulders and tits bigger than their heads, in completely nonsexual situations, and comfortable and stylish-looking fairly nonsexualised clothing, where it's clear that the artist evidently started drawing because they were horny, and kept drawing because it's fun. Like sure, an outfit of a nice floral pattern sun dress and cozy sweater didn't need a cleavage window, but the focus of this drawing is so clearly on who this character is and what she's doing, that unless you go out of your way to look for it, you don't really even notice that her tits are literally larger than her head.

Pretty sure that's just pm seymour

you can say its pm seymour its fine

holy shit them bitches are big