scpredcap
scpredcap
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scpredcap · 2 months ago
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moon rise
have you ever watched a moon rise? Everyone goes on about the sunrise but have you even considered the moon? No you were probably watching the sun set. So focused on the sun you never even spared a thought for the moon. Maybe if you weren't so focused on the sun you could enjoy other beauties. But go ahead. Talk about how beautiful the one who is leaving is. Like the moon isn't right there. Hurtful.
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scpredcap · 4 months ago
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i don't even know anymore man. I'm tired. Of like everything.
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scpredcap · 7 months ago
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Yep, I have NO clue how to feel anymore. Like is this a relaxed fear? An uplifting desperation? A woeful excitement? Maybe it's like a happiness but like if normal happiness is holding a cat this is like seeing a tiger cub at the zoo? Out of reach but more unique and incredible? I have no idea what to do with this. What is it?
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scpredcap · 7 months ago
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scpredcap · 7 months ago
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Today I learned I love beefy 5 layer burritos. That is all
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scpredcap · 7 months ago
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This sounds similar to a conversation I had recently. Shit.
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scpredcap · 7 months ago
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Day 329 AND 330
Sorry gang, I was with the besties and the boyfie
I didn’t forget,,
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scpredcap · 9 months ago
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12 pm. I work at 5. I haven't slept yet. My brain hates me. It's been this way for the past 2 weeks. I hate when this happens.
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scpredcap · 9 months ago
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Imma be real. I was high as hell when I wrote this.
You give sugar pills because you're scared they will wine when the real one is hard to swallow.
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scpredcap · 9 months ago
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UPDATE
things are not going well for me. Shit.
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scpredcap · 10 months ago
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You give sugar pills because you're scared they will wine when the real one is hard to swallow.
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scpredcap · 10 months ago
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scpredcap · 10 months ago
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I don't like being drunk. I just get so tired of being sober.
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scpredcap · 11 months ago
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Escaping Denver wtf
so I'm on episode 6 and this is bugging me (no spoilers please I just need to say this). The woman on the phones story doesn't add up. She said she gave him the receipt like she wasn't supposed to. But also she said he was supposed to reach the safe room as it was part of the plan of the captors. So him getting past the door that lead to it required the code she gave him. meaning that him having that code was part of the captors plans all along. She said they didn't want Sarah there and so far has given no reason to her distain for Sarah's presents other then her vague accusations. Her plans at all roads align with the captors without exception so far. If she's lying she is giving all the wrong info.
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scpredcap · 11 months ago
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gender swap
my favorite version of the gender swap trope is when the person does not care. Like an entire team smells some spores from a mushroom or some shit and gets swapped and everyone is freaking out but there's one dude like "huh guess I have tits now. Well I have a job to do so whatever. Not like this vagina is gonna make me a worse wizard"
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scpredcap · 1 year ago
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i spent 7 years being manipulated and taken advantage of. I had no one to turn to. I was lied to and made to feel like someone cared just enough to keep me around. Slowly it shifted and after 7 years I was left scared from the threats, gutted from not being aloud to show how hurt I was, scared of being hit again. delusional because I didn't want to believe what was happening. I wanted to believe someone cared. That I was doing good. I can't sleep. I was crying. Even when I finally spoke up no one cared. I have trouble talking about it still but people just take any silence to mean I'm lying. And any full thought as to thought through to be believed. I was made a shell of myself. I felt so empty. I remember how I used to act but I can't bring myself to anymore. I'm scared to. I don't naturally act like me anymore. The real me died in this and I'm thinking more each day about ending this warped shell that was left behind. It's a pathetic way to see myself and I'm sick of it.
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scpredcap · 1 year ago
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PSA
if your friend inconveniences you or doesn't seem like they wanna talk it's not okay to weaponize there trauma cuz it bugs you.
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