At some point in your life, you were taught that being slightly annoying is an unforgivable sin. Maybe it was by your parents or a teacher or a friend or a bully or an older sibling. But someone taught you that being slightly annoying is a crime punishable by death.
You must unlearn this.
You must accept that all people will be annoying at some point or another in their lives, maybe all of their lives, and that this is okay. It is okay for strangers on the bus, it is okay for children in the grocery store, it is okay for people on social media, and it is okay for you.
If you ever want to truly love your fellow humans, if you ever want to truly love yourself, you must have forgiveness for being annoying.
why are YOU whining about getting edged?? don't you know how hard it is for me? all I wanna do is see you cum over and over until you go fucking braindead but instead I'm taking my time with you, treating you nice, making sure it's gonna be extra good for you. so why don't you thank me? say it. say "thank you for not letting me cum yet." good job. say it again.
"ummm you know the writer only included that because they have a FETISH right?" is always so funny to me as a disparaging comment, because imagine if people spoke that way about nonsexual interests. "the lord of the rings? didnt the author only write that because he was interested in linguistics? thanks, i'll pass" "yeah, i used to love spongebob as a kid, but i can never see it the same after finding out stephen hillenburg is a marine biologist :/"
my favorite part of House of Leaves was the moment a character referred to a book as a "house of leaves [pages]" and i closed the book and stared really hard at the cover and finally realized why it was about half an inch shorter than the actual pages. it's because it's. because it's b. it's bigger on the inside th
Oh.. well met, traveler. (You notice me skinning and field dressing a grinch carcass strung up by the rafters of the cabin) Oh this? Yeah bagged it just this morning. Male, not too old. Meat's gonna be good. (I stare, somewhat detached, at the grinch corpse hanging in front of me for a moment before plunging my knife through its heart) Fucking sickos. You know they hate Christmas? That time of the year where good kids get presents and, heh, well.. when adults get egg nog. (Quiet slicing and carving sounds, bloodlust professionally but barely contained) Wind's howling,
The sink is designed to contain the faucet. The faucet is built to test the limits of the sink. This is what's known as a relationship, or dynamic, or something