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me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???

my brain:

my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………

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what i love about mlp fim is that the power of friendship is not a symbolic thing it is a real and tangible force so potent it can be channeled into killing people

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by talos this can’t be happening is a mandela effect because the actual phrase is by the gods this can’t be happening and i’ve never heard anyone say the former in game

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This starts out as a nice gesture, then quickly becomes absolutely ridiculous.

1,024 dice. Man.

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sick of hearing about "healing crystals" that "cleanse your mind and body of negative energy" i want to know which rocks can hurt you and fuck up your vibe so bad

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Playing pokemon today and had a nice little picnic and I left it running for 5 minutes when I went to pee, and I came back to 6 fucking eggs in my basket. This is my party.

They are all male except my goddamn houndoom. I have 6 houndour eggs from when I looked away for a couple of minutes, and as someone with no idea about egg groups I have no idea who the father is.

Slut Shame Her.

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imagine being an animal without a tail i'd be livid

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Happy May.

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My mother was so upset when I started opening up about my trauma symptoms.

She told me that they were all in my head, and that my anxiety and memory loss and intrusive memories were signs that I needed to let go. That I was dwelling on the bad in my life, and wouldn't find peace until I moved on.

I told her, "I've tried moving on. Moving on didn't solve my problems, it just stitched a filthy wound shut. Now it's infected, and leaking out again. I need to deal with it now, or it will never get better."

I said that I had been depressed, and scared, and angry. That sometimes I hated myself. That sometimes, existing was unbearable.

She told me I was a good person, and I shouldn't hate myself, and life was good now, so I should focus on that.

She told me she didn't understand why I was choosing to hold on to old news.

I told her once, "I'm not following my bad memories. I'm walking down the street, until they hit me out of nowhere like a truck. And I'm tired of being hit by trucks. I want to find whoever's driving and get them to stop. That's not the same as wallowing in self pity. That's finding the source of the problem."

Some days I would be angry, and I would say, "I'm angry about what happened."

She would reply, "Anger won't bring you peace. Anger will kill you."

I said I didn't intend on being angry forever, but I hadn't had a chance to be angry yet, and I was allowed to be angry now. I would be angry now, and when I was done, I would feel other things, and nobody else was allowed to tell me how to feel. My anger was mine, for a second or a lifetime, and if I wanted to be angry forever, then I would. That wasn't my plan, but it was my right.

My mother never seemed to understand. She kept saying, in one way or another, that bad feelings were optional, and if you didn't choose to repress them, then your pain was your own fault.

We fought about that a lot, until I learned not to talk to her about it.

I'm not angry all the time, now, but sometimes I am. Sometimes I'm smooth and sharp and cold, and it makes me happy.

For a long time, I thought I couldn't feel anger at all. When bad things happened, I was sad and unsurprised.

Anger feels good.

Anger is outrage, and denial, and grief, and determination. Anger is the fuel of self-preservation, self-defense. Anger is safety. Anger is protection. Anger shields the people I love. Anger is a warm electric blanket that could burn my house down with misuse.

I have emotions now. I didn't realize I was numb before, but I was. Now, I feel happy, and scared, and content. Uncomfortable, too, and excited. Anger came first, though, and I'm grateful to it. Anger was the one that stepped up and said, "No, they aren't going to live with this anymore."

My mother doesn't understand, but I do. I've found my peace.

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and Farcille again

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two sheep. standing still

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When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

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marcille didn't even BLINK she saw falin transformed into a terrifying chimera with the blood of their allies splattered on her, holding one of their corpses like a sack of potatoes and she went "baby do you recognize me falin please talk to me it's ok guys she's just a little confused" i mean marcille honey i love you but your girlfriend has a milf crushed under her newly acquired dragon claw

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If you dare come at me about banning straws, I will throw you into the sun cannon. I’m disabled, I’m crippled, I need disposable plastic straws, and all those pricey ridiculous alternatives aren’t working as well. Plastic straws were invented for the disabled.

Way to shit all over a vital access need because you think straws are worse than corporate greed.

We all care about the turtles, the seals, the oceans, obviously. Notice how the easiest thing to yell about was something that would barely affect anything but appealed heavily to emotional discourse.

The disabled community is huge, and it can be joined by anyone. Most of those As Seen On TV products were invented for us. Society still mocks us and ignores us, and often outright harms us in multiple ways.

Communicate better. Listen better. But stop putting us out in the cold because you are inconvenienced by our simplest needs.