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something so erotic about a belly you cant hide no matter how you try. theres no sucking in or putting your arms in the front that can hide it. its the first thing your lover sees when you are bare and its where their hands gravitate. your cheeks are burning red as they stroke it, marveling at the softness and heft of it. they lift the bottom roll of fat up just let it plop back down on your plush thighs, sending tiny ripples along the surface of the skin. they smirk. no one has ever touched you like this before. they are so lean compared to you, with a perfect little hourglass of a figure. they see the differece too and it makes their mouth water. a quick move and suddenly you are on top of them, pinning them down with your whole weight. your round gut and their concave stomach come together like a puzzle. they moan. you are being squeezed and groped and played with. theres a knee between your thighs. you are wet both in the eyes and the underwear. you have never been this ashamed or turned on before.

the "empathy fatigue" stuff is also very revealing because when you examine health professionals' self-reporting on the matter there is a specific type of person they describe losing empathy for- unsurprisingly, it's people with particularly chronic health issues and disability, drug users, people who "refuse to take care of themselves" and especially anyone with a health condition perceived to be "their own fault". very often what they describe as "empathy fatigue" is actually just the mask slipping on the seething contempt they already held

you literally cannot look at anything online anymore without the company hunting you down in an email or notification being like "you forgot to buy this. you left this in your cart btw. did you want anything else? something similar or entirely random and different? we have options but to see them you have come back and buy stuff thanks"

I wonder how it feels to be a therapist or psychiatrist in 2026 and watch the despair of young patients and realize it’s not attributed to mental illness but a rational response to the state of the capitalist hellscape world we live in

*sexting* I want to take care of you

can we bring back the term "fair-weather friend" bc I feel like if fair-weather friends got called that more this whole argument about whether or not you should be there for your friends when it's inconvenient/at what point of personal inconvenience it's ok to bail on your friends would kinda fall apart bc like. we literally have a word for "friend who's only there when you don't need something from them" because the baseline expectation is that a friend should be there even when it sucks. like we used to make fun of people for bailing on their friends.

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