Doctor: It’s a beautiful bouncing baby boy!
Me: first off way to assign gender, second let’s be honest this child is mid at best, third *I grab the kid and try an experimental dribble* yeah it barely bounces at all, just as I thought. Hon, you wanna name it? I don’t really care
I can’t keep going like this. Idk if it’s these sites—Twitter and bsky—or if getting Covid last year broke something in me or what, but my lowest point has gotten so much lower. I can’t keep doing what I’m doing. I can’t keep feeling what I’m feeling. Something needs to change.
So I really, really fucking hope I find some other way to change. I’d really like to find somewhere I belong, somewhere I can trim off the dead branches and let the new growth come in.
Definitely isn’t here. These sites, the format is intrinsically toxic.
Fuuuuuckin, nvm. I don’t want to wake up at 4:00 am because my body takes going to bed early as some kind of personal slight
Trying this tonight
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Just this guy, you know? retweeted
bro i am not gonna know how you feel about me unless you expressly tell me. i overestimate and underestimate my importance literally all the time i have no fucking clue what’s going on anymore.
…do you wanna play Baldur’s gate 3 online or something??
Like I know you’re a complete stranger and not my responsibility and maybe this is weird but shit, it’s all I can do.
She’s worth knowing. Her story is worth being aware of, even if there’s nothing you can do about it.
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So like in The Martian, after the breach killed all his potato plants, why couldn’t he set up shop again with the potatoes he had back in the hab? I mean he’s still pooping, it’s not like he suddenly had zero bacteria to work with
If you think about it hyenas are the most cat of all the feliforms. They’re so cat they don’t even follow the rules of being cats. They’re like “Know what? We’re dogs now. ‘Why?’ ‘Cause we’re cats and we’ll do whatever the F*CK we want, that’s why”
Depressed people: you ever have those times when all the usual thought-suppressing activities instead fill you with…I can’t think of any better way to describe it than psychic nausea. Like it’s a feeling of disgust but removed from any physical context.






