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"Why do we cry over people who do not care?"

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low-key impressed at how much of a shit friend one individual can be.

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I dont have my ipad for a couple days but i had to get this idea down somewhere

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I started playing with alcohol markers-- a medium I was previously afraid of, as it's easy to fuck up. Pardon me while I dump the progression of my attempts over the last few weeks. ^^'

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There isn't space for you, there isn't space for you, there isn't space for you.

In every context throughout the years. Shelters, jobs, relationships, 'family', what-have-you.

I must be the problem.

Everyone gets rejected from time to time, but I am actively... pushed out.

There was space for me. Or you wouldn't have invited me in.

But apparently I 'grow too quickly', as you say.

Did they think I was always going to stay the same?

Wasn't the point of all this to learn, and to grow?

Why is it a bad thing for me to grow quickly? Shouldn't that be what you wanted? So why am I then being punished for it? I do not understand.

Why did you get a St. Bernard puppy if you needed a dog under 50 pounds? Didn't you know what it would grow to be? Didn't you consider the possibility that you might need to make some space to accommodate the creature you've taken in? Obedience training can only get you so far-- the dog can only change so much. You need to make changes, too.

Or you can do what you're trying to do now-- force it out. Ship it out, send it away. Let someone else adopt it. Blame the dog for no longer being a puppy, and wash your hands of it all. After all, you don't have space for a dog.

Just space for your two new puppies.

I think I should have known.

I watched you push out at least three people before me. I should have guessed that I would be the next.

That this is what you do.

You take as much as you can from people, and when they get big enough that you might need to make adjustments for them, you force them out.

Because heaven forbid someone even begin to start becoming your equal. I'm just a dog, and a disposable one at that.

It doesn't matter that this is my home, and that I can literally see where you would have had space for me.

Now I'm a problem, and you want me to leave.

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I found two abandoned baby mice at work two days ago (the nature of my work and the circumstances of their location makes me very, very confident that the mother hustled out of there without 'em, and we could not locate a nest), and apparently critters that small (no more than three days old) need to eat every two hours. So I've spent the last 48 hours syringe-feeding puppy replacement milk to these things; I've barely slept. I had to take them in a box back to work with me, so I could feed them throughout the day.

This morning I finally had the opportunity to bring them to a Wildlife Rehab center, so they can have the best chance at growing up and living outside, and so I can actually get a full night of sleep.

I miss them already.

I do not enjoy being the only living creature in my apartment.

It gets too cold.

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... Does QDV get to pick which wish, or does the wizard get to reach into their head and select a prior wish of their choosing?

an evil wizard offers to make one of your wishes come true.

do you accept the offer?

Hell yeah

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This just gives me the image of a really burly man (could be a machinist, could be a plumber) sipping coffee (black like his fingernails) from a 'Hers' mug.

He is fully cis.

His coworkers ask about it. He just shrugs, and keeps drinking.

"A mug's a mug."

oh to be a she/he aro who buys “his” and “hers” towels and mugs for the lolz

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I really want to hear a masculine cover of Carly Simon's "Jesse"-- if that ain't some of the gayest relationship shit I've ever heard in an allegedly straight song, then I don't know whose-it from what's-it.

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God FUCKING damn it.

I think I might not just love this man, but may be 'in' love with this man-- and I know for a FUCKING FACT that he is Not Gay.

Jesus Christ.

It ain't exactly sexual (though sometimes the things he says, er- linger... in the mind...), but it's looking CONCERNINGLY romantic-like on my end, and that just ain't doin'.

PLATONIC, PEOPLE-- it needs to be PLATONIC, for everyone's sake.

I need to find this guy a girlfriend or something so he has a better outlet for his misdirected flirting, and so I can stop fucking thinking about it.

Christ.

Probably the stupidest fucking problem I've ever had. Brain is broken.

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I will fucking eat you.

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You know, I feel like people just don't understand the affection intended by the sentence, "I want to rip the flesh off your body so I can chew on your bones."

Isn't that funny?