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ok well im going to build a good future for myself whether i like it or not

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Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”

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yeah sorry i just don't think i can make it out tonight. i have to pick up my wife from her murder trial.

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ok I got into an argument with someone in my media class yesterday so I’m just gonna say it:

No video game should cost $70.

I’m sure the new Zelda game will be great, but no video game should cost $70. “But if you adjust for inflation, this is actually less than what the Wii games were,” cool. No video game should cost $70.

We no longer live in a world where a kid could save up their allowance for a couple months and then be able to buy a video game. Just buying one has somehow turned into such a grandiose adventure it takes all of the fun out of getting a new game.

The only possible benefit might be that, with games being so expensive, people might be more likely to pick up an indie game because those companies can’t afford to sell those games for a lot.

This is becoming normal. I used to be able to buy four ds games for $70. What the hell.

And you know damn well that Nintendo can afford it.

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when they were falling from the sky on meteors as babies. one could possibly say it was raining cats and dogs

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It’s been something like 2 years since I wrote this. After this, I SHOT UP. At my biggest I was 340 and then it stopped being about being thin. It became about being healthy enough to live on my own. At my biggest, my arthritis was tearing my knees apart, I couldn’t bend over to tie my own shoes. I applied through my insurance for surgical weight loss and had to lose something like 5% of my total body weight in order to qualify. I went from 340 back down to like 275 in just over a year (still in a not exactly healthy way, but the effects of the loss were an over all success, less pain, more range of movement, etc.) I had a gastric sleeve surgery at the end of last June. As of writing this, I am down to 188. My now EX fiance gained a bunch of weight after he left me and now weighs more than I do, and granted, it’s not really that important to me anymore, my weight is no longer a point of struggle for me personally, after what he said, I feel slightly vindicated that not only are we no longer together, but he is now heavier than I am. Who’s “too fat to fuck” now you pretentious dick bag? Anyway, I still have really rough days with my body image, and there were some lasting complications from the surgery, but I have my life back, and I am over all healthier than I was at the writing of the original post,

BIG OL’ TRIGGER WARNING: ED’s! BEING MEDICALLY OBESE AND ANOREXIC

I weighed at my highest 275, pounds. I currently weigh 250. I haven’t eaten more than like 600 calories a day in close to a week. I went from 260 to 248 in 4 days. 12 pounds. In 4 days. On Friday my fiance called me fat. He said I was unattractive. He said I looked much better in highschool. I weighed 180 pounds. And even then I hated my life. I hate my body. I always have. And the fucked up thing is that I was BORN overweight at 10 and a half pounds. I tried losing weight a healthy way when I graduated highschool (while still only weighing 180) and actually gained 27 pounds. I’ve become so obsessed with my weight. And now my fiance sees my body the same way I do. A big gross mass of fat and stretch marks and everything unsexy. I’ve started heavy calorie restrictions and long periods of fasting since then. That’s how I managed to lose 12 pounds. I gained 2 back and cried for over an hour. I see thinspo on Tumblr and cry because I will NEVER be that small. Most times I don’t want to be that small, I just want to weigh less than he does. He’s 150. Sometimes I feel like I can’t have an eating disorder because I’m so big. I just wanna starve myself. And I don’t even care if it kills me, at least I’ll leave a pretty corpse.

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So much love for butches and transmascs who are just some guy. Who don’t look tough and muscular and can’t lift up 7 heavy boxes at a time. You’re not less butch for not being a gym person or not being physically strong. I cherish you. I love you. You have a home here.

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A few of the more creative spellings of Christmas I’ve come across while looking for Dear Santa letters in old newspapers this year.

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let me grind on your lap while you play video games <3

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GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S PINOCCHIO (2022)

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Ah,,no smart caption, just Bruce being a good dad

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wanna see where it leads?

he/they | minors dni

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Jason & Friends

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Dick’s early years as Robin are just. You are ten years old. Tomorrow you have a math test. Last night you saved ten lives. You could not save the two that mattered most. Neither could he, which is why you are here. A year ago you spent your days in a trailer and your nights beneath the big top, and you were never more than 10 feet away from someone who loved you. Now you are adrift in a mansion full of ghosts. You want to go home. You climb up to the highest attic and scream as loud as you can just to see if anyone will hear you. For the crime of losing your parents, they put you in a cell. At night you leap from skyscrapers and remember how to fly. You go to bed and watch them fall. Sometimes you wake up and you are so full of anger you don’t know how you can survive it. You are trying to survive it. You want to kill a man. You rescue a baby from a burning building and his mother calls you an angel. You eat an ice cream cone on top of a gargoyle. You do not want another father. You need a friend. There is a secret only four people in the whole world know. You are one of them.