Cass

i just think fatphobes should painfully die and frankly that's still more than you deserve

Make that girl with abandonment issues into your own emotional support plushie so she knows how much you need her at all times

A halo is a kind of sex toy that comes with a yappy little bird attached

An angel is a kind of sex toy that comes with a ring light attached

the amount of people on here scrolling the "for you" page instead of "following" is actually unreal. why are you doing this to yourself?

At least on 'the price is right' you know (because someone *actually told you*) that you are playing a guessing game and that there is an over/under mechanic and that the conquence of guessing wrong isn't a punishment or damaged relationship or getting fired

On an unrelated note my psychiatrist has given me a referal for a formal ASD evaluation

Legitimately insane ask to send in a world where one of the main uses of copyright law in the music industry in the 80's and 90's was suing black artists for using a 5 second sample of a beatles riff in a hip-hop song or shit like that.

I left it in the comments but I’ll say it here. Rapper Biz Markie’s 1991 album “I Need A Haircut” was famously the basis of a lawsuit over his sample of Alone Again (Naturally) on one of its tracks. His loss in that court case effectively killed the decade of open sampling in hiphop that had preceded this and resulted in every copy of his album being seized and destroyed. Anyone who doesn’t see a problem with the result of this case essentially hates hiphop

It's like. you don't get your own childhood. not "didn't get the childhood you wanted," it's "didn't get a childhood that was yours." and you're supposed to be normal about it. and people tell you Oh you didn't miss much it was bad and awful for xyz reasons you really don't Actually want to be raised as a girl. well, what if I was a girl anyway and everyone acted like I wasn't. called me a name that wasn't mine. told me I was a person I wasn't until I believed it and clung to that fake person until I saw it was cutting into my hands. it wasn't mine. that child wasn't me; wasn't allowed to be me; wasn't even allowed to know there was a me. what if, on a very real level, my childhood was not mine? what if I wanted a childhood where I was actually seen, even if it hurts? and I'm supposed to be normal about it

It's like. you don't get your own childhood. not "didn't get the childhood you wanted," it's "didn't get a childhood that was yours." and you're supposed to be normal about it. and people tell you Oh you didn't miss much it was bad and awful for xyz reasons you really don't Actually want to be raised as a girl. well, what if I was a girl anyway and everyone acted like I wasn't. called me a name that wasn't mine. told me I was a person I wasn't until I believed it and clung to that fake person until I saw it was cutting into my hands. it wasn't mine. that child wasn't me; wasn't allowed to be me; wasn't even allowed to know there was a me. what if, on a very real level, my childhood was not mine? what if I wanted a childhood where I was actually seen, even if it hurts? and I'm supposed to be normal about it

It's like. you don't get your own childhood. not "didn't get the childhood you wanted," it's "didn't get a childhood that was yours." and you're supposed to be normal about it. and people tell you Oh you didn't miss much it was bad and awful for xyz reasons you really don't Actually want to be raised as a girl. well, what if I was a girl anyway and everyone acted like I wasn't. called me a name that wasn't mine. told me I was a person I wasn't until I believed it and clung to that fake person until I saw it was cutting into my hands. it wasn't mine. that child wasn't me; wasn't allowed to be me; wasn't even allowed to know there was a me. what if, on a very real level, my childhood was not mine? what if I wanted a childhood where I was actually seen, even if it hurts? and I'm supposed to be normal about it

god is it too much to ask for someone to restrain me like a wild animal with my hands bound and neck tied to a post and so someone can use me like a dildo and i can feel the fear mixed with the pleasure as my hot breath warms their neck and every strain against the restraints holding me causes their heart rate to jump cuz they know i want to rip away from them and hold them down and fuck them till theyre crying and