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It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider

Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal

starts the second trojan war in portland by inscribing a golden starbucks cup with "for the least problematic kinkster"

The only problem with this post is that it suggests that the Portland kinksters are as gods. You need someone egotistical and with a lot more power for that role...

The hatemail game on this website is insane

"Live"

the funniest moment in dungeon meshi is when marcille is having her nightmare and brings up her dead bird while also talking about her dead dad, saying “papa and pipi” and laios automatically assumes pipi is marcilles third nonbinary parent on top of her mom and dad

Driving around my town trying to find one single burger just one burger or a hot dog but Unfortunately everythings just rubble and twisted scaffolding upstretched and rotting and theres shit on fire and a big black ass sky

Guess i cant do shit anymore Cause the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides... And yep, you guessed it: a dark wind blows.

bipolar is so hard to live with. the moment anyone shows they care about you, your mind begins laser-focusing on the million little reasons they secretly actually hate you. anything can be evidence for this delusion. small arguments, shifts in body language, the way they live their lives with other people. you to try and convince yourself it's a ridiculous belief, that youre a better friend if you let go of this and try to instead change your perspective. your brain says your friends have noticed you doing this. your brain says youre on the last straw. then you make a mistake, and that's it. you have to walk away. you can't spend another minute in the room with these people. your brain says you have failed them, you have failed the only people that have put up with you. and you sob, and you say i'm sorry, and your brain says this is going to happen again, and you're going to deserve it next time too. then you get angry. you realize you feel abandoned and scared. you remember the many people that have failed you, and wires in your head cross. you begin to resent other people for being happy. they chose others over you, just like everyone always has, and now you get to watch in suffering silence while they live their lives without dealing with any of the bullshit you do. you begin to hate them, your friends, your family, your boss or teacher or co-worker or partner, you hate them for everything. for their smile, their gifts, their attempts to spend time with you, all of it makes you want to puke. and you are disgusting for this feeling. you are rancid. you are scum, and you just... sit in that. you feel it infest your core. and what else can you do but remind yourself to take your meds and go to bed?