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chrollohearttags · 2 months
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I’m sick of everybody trying me like I’m not a fucking headcase
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oikasugayama · 3 months
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Someone followed me home today as I was leaving work bc I didn't let them merge in front of me. They only stopped following me when they noticed I was about to lead them in a loop. They blasted their horn at me and sped off.
Anyone else noticing people getting far more unhinged and unnecessarily angry lately? I shouldn't fear for my safety on my drive home. I shouldn't be afraid to park my car outside of my house.
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snixx · 4 months
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it's been two days and my 24 year old roommate is already patronizing me about having no friends and how I'm so young and should go out more fml
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rosybetta · 11 months
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Tumblr updated despite the fact I turned off automatic updates for this shitty app, and now everything is just slightly worse. Why the fuck is the image viewer so ugly. Why is there a tiktok-esque scrolling feature when I view an image or video, and it DOESN'T EVEN SHOW ME THE NEXT CONTENT ON MY DASHBOARD, IT JUST SHOWS RANDOM ALGORITHM-SELECTED POSTS FROM PEOPLE I DON'T FOLLOW. What the fuck. Who decided this was a good idea. Why does every single app seem to just randomly make things worse. I haven't seen a positive update on literally any application in YEARS.
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bratshaws · 8 months
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I didn’t want to write this but I just gotta vent a bit I guess??? Like I know…my fic is long and that it’s an oc fic but I…really if you don’t like it you don’t
Have to read it. I think that messaging me, telling me my fic is “trash” and that no one cares about it anymore isn’t really fun. And like i hate to say it doesn’t get to me cause it does.
That’s all ill write. I’m already kinda drained because of that message so :( yeah
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gloriesunsung · 1 year
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Why the fuck am I seeing transphobic posts suggested as “posts I may like”? Holy shit, tumblr, no, I do not fucking like.
I don’t know if I’ve interacted with something dodge, and please tell me if you think I have! But let me be perfectly clear - I don’t tolerate transphobia in any form, I see and love my trans friends, and TERFs can kindly go suck on dynamite. GTFO with these abhorrent, fuckstupid takes.
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interstate40 · 5 months
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ah fuck i'm in a "BURN IT ALL DOWN BURN IT ALL DOWN LASH OUT AND SNAP AT SOMEONE" mood from out of nowhere.
I want to not be in this mood. I want to talk to my friends and That Guy and my dad without wanting to go the absolute fuck OFF but I think I probably need to just hole up and put my phone on do not disturb for the rest of the day
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girlscience · 9 months
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I hate what christianity did to me and how it made my parents and how it still makes them and i hate what it did to the environment I was raised in and I hate how it still affects me I hate it I hate it I Hate It
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successionsunday · 9 months
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Sometimes I have such a good positive timespan that I forget that I really do have depression and anxiety :) until it all hits at once :)))
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boomerang109 · 1 year
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i love when calls with my parents leave me in fight or flight
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I’ve made myself sad again so I’m going to take that as my que to stop before I make all my posts and replies depressing. 
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starbuck · 5 months
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i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’
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alphadogmp3 · 13 days
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the cat that hangs out around our art studio can't put any weight on one of his hind legs :( if anything happens to him i will fully lose it he means so much to me :((((
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inkskinned · 9 months
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
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pumpkinsplicelatte · 4 months
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If I had to pick between playing Getting Over It for two hours or Overwatch 2 for one hour but every match has an enemy Sombra I'd pick Getting Over It in a heartbeat that's how miserable she makes the game fucking get rid of her.
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