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Asking someone to finish their story when they get cut off in a group conversation. It's such little gestures that mean the most

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Growth capitalism is a deranged fantasy for lunatics.

Year 1, your business makes a million dollars in profit. Great start!

Year 2, you make another million. Oh no! Your business is failing because you didn't make more than last year!

Okay, say year 2 you make $2 mil. Now you're profitable!

Then year 3 you make $3 mil. Oh no! Your business is failing! But wait, you made more money than last year right? Sure, but you didn't make ENOUGH more than last year so actually your business is actively tanking! Time to sell off shares and dismantle it for parts! You should have made $4 mil in profit to be profitable, you fool!

If you're not making more money every year by an ever-increasing exponent, the business is failing!

Absolute degenerate LUNACY

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tumblr is great because no matter how many followers i get it doesn't stop me from being really fucking annoying. other places i will perhaps think before i post. Not here. not here

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🌸 Kawaii Shop 🌸

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Kitchen Apocrypha, Gregory Emilio

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very very funny how intersex transfems are by far the most vocal haters of tme/tma as binary terms because of the way that perisex people use them to discredit intersex trans people's complex experiences. but sure it's just those horrible afab trans people again!!

[Plaintext: very very funny how intersex transfems are by far the most vocal haters of tme/tma as binary terms because of the way that perisex people use them to discredit intersex trans people's complex experiences. but sure it's just those horrible afab trans people again!! End Plaintext.]

(also do not fucking try to witch hunt these people. i will block you on sight, i cropped out the urls for a reason)

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8 months ago i nearly killed myself.

I made a mistake.

And I don't know how to make mistakes.

I only know how to be self-sacrificing in the face of guilt.

so I tried to sacrifice myself.

It wasn't the first time. Not by a long shot.

But it was the closest. The most actionable. The most razor-to-wrist crimson wings on a bedsheet slowly expiring into the few comforts i had left within myself moment. The thing that stopped me in the end is inexplicable, so i won't try to explain.

The world is a place so often devoid of love. of kindness. We are dumped into its empty plains with no map, no roads to guide us, and distances of every kind barring us from any chance we may have to find connection.

The distances for most are insurmountable.

8 months ago i lost whom at the time i believed to be the only person who would ever understand me. The only person who ever had, even if only for a moment.

years of isolation and worsening mental health and medication and desperation and guilt and self hatred all conspired to a perfect storm.

I realized as i so often have before that i was not meant for this world. and that it was time to go. to go... home. whatever that may mean.

to feel nothing, to have no experience of the world, is preferable to living in it.

And people love the dead.

Love the memories.

It sounded nice, to be a good memory, and nothing more.

But i'm still here. 8 months later.

Driven as i was to the brink of self destruction i found myself in a place of rather extreme vulnerability, I wrote about it. I wrote I'll make a bet with you, a story about a girl consumed with guilt being sent to hell for playing with things she didn't understand.

And... people read it.

And liked it.

And told me so.

I started to meet people. For the first time in... in 5 years. I started to find people again. Find community.

I wrote Conversion as a kind of thanks to a community that helped me find my footing.

I wrote The Fry Cook based on conversations and fantasies shared with a new partner, whom i still deeply love today.

I wrote Transition Diary of a Sex Doll about my own desire for transformation, my desire to understand my purpose, to be loved for what i am and to truly belong to someone.

I met someone new, and after our first date, I wrote The Library.

The more of myself i shared, the more i poured out into the world, the more i found. The more love, and connection, and support, and all in ways i really could not have imagined before.

I'm still deeply depressed. I think... I think I always will be. I have days where I feel genuinely suicidal. Where i have to mentally strap myself down and force into my brain the words "You can kill yourself tomorrow, not today". I have those days less often now. once every week or two, instead of every day.

but i'm glad I'm still here. I didn't know I could be. but I am. No matter who you are, there is community out there for you. There are people that can love you. No matter how much you may bristle at that assertion, it is a fact. but you'll never know unless you stay here.

So please. If you are right now where i was then, if you are desperate for peace, for an end, to be a memory, to be remembered, please don't go. Please wait. Please give the people who will one day love you a better chance to find you.

I'm begging you.

I can't lose another loved one i never got to know.

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If you need help, please ask.

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There’s something about going to wipe your face and finding your hands are already wet and you don’t know why that is just. So ominous.

#nsfwitchytalks #I sprayed my face with hand sanitizer :’)

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it is both interpersonally valuable and politically necessary to decouple transfeminine beauty from thinness, and to investigate the roots of these sentiments and what larger phenomena animate them.

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Guts Collection by CarolineMoorenc (Y2Knots)

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anti-egg vegans are always a hoot. like, she’s not using it. it’s not fertilized. it’s going to rot and attract predators. you want me to just throw it in the trash??

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Marlene Morrow (born March 15, 1954) is an American model. She was Playboy magazine's Playmate of the Month for the April 1974 issue. Her centerfold was photographed by Larry Dale Gordon.

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as an SA victim i could really give less of a fuck about what people's kinks are. someone likes cnc? none of your business. they're into ddlg? so what? no one is being hurt. they ship something taboo? as long as they don't try to justify that in real life idc. please for the love of god focus on real predators out there and advocate for actual SA prevention instead of focusing on random people's kinks.

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Being rude to service staff is #1 indicator that someone is garbage

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yes i am extremely violent, obsessive, and a massive loser. why, are you interested?

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"A cishet person must have made this, no queer person would ever portray queerness in this way."

"This artist must be white."

"No SA victim would ever handle the subject in this way."

"No woman would ever write women like this."

"This creator is obviously neurotypical. Everyone with autism/ADHD/depression understands-"

Nope.

People who make these blanket statements are very frequently proven wrong when the creator comes out as a member of that group. And even when they aren't proven wrong, even in cases where the creator isn't from the group in question, actual members of the group who don't fit whatever arbitrary criteria are being expressed will see these statements and feel excluded and erased.

Not everyone in your group is going to share your experiences. No single individual gets to personally decide what does or doesn't count as a "valid" expression of trauma or being part of a particular group, and creators are also not obligated to out themselves in order to "prove" their validity.

If something doesn't resonate with you, all that means is that it doesn't resonate with you. You don't have to like it. But you don't get to decide what it means to someone else.