#man I really am hungry

[thesilliestboy]

* hard to get up right now. Not in pain of anything, my dog just won't let me.

[miodiodavinci]

taking a break from working to say man. if the end up having to cut content to fit everything in 24 episodes, my favorite chapter of dungeon meshi is almost certainly getting cut skdjfhglj

[thedawningofthehour]

Imagine the twins giving Raph edibles or something (on purpose or not) and get him high without his knowledge, except he's so massive and drug-resistant that he can't even tell he's high.

Now imagine a Raph with the munchies.

[critterofthenight]

me trying to figure out why the fuck do i feel guilty rn

[the-acid-pear]

It's actually really funny how it is bc despite being an insane person with weird kinks whenever I see someone with kinks I DON'T share I'm instantly thrown off by it. Which is comedic to me bc you'd expect the freak to inherently Understand other freaks but no unfortunately that's not how it works necessarily.

[dailypokemoncrochet]

FOTH Hisui Zoroark

There's so much going on in this design. I don't sell my crochets but if I did, this one would definitely be at least a $500 pokemon because of all the bits and how thin everything is. There's 15 hair tendrils all over in varying sizes each in red/pink/white, plus spindly limbs, teeny claws on each of those limbs, 6 barely there wispy spikes on the sides of the body, small ears to go on a small head, and a scarf that switches colors at least 4 times. And the whole thing is hard to take a picture of because it's posed weird with the floofy poofy BIG hair and skinny everything else. Really truly this was a labor of love lol

[dreadfutures]

there's something here ok

my mom used to be a bigot. she was abusive and alcoholic and had self esteem issues that she self medicated and took out on the world. she hated homeless people, hippies, liberals, anti gun activists, didn't believe in climate change.

in 15 years she has changed a lot. She carries a bag around full of food and blankets and water to give to the unhoused. She always has cash in her wallet to give to people on the street. She believes in climate change and votes green. She changed her mind about guns.

I can talk to her without worrying I'm going to be judged just for being antiwar. Her biggest priority isn't whether or not I'm going to church but whether I'm helping people and being kind.

I feel like I can tell her about (some) things about my childhood, and my relationships, and I'll be heard and respected. That is more than before, where I felt like I had to lie about every aspect of my life to avoid a berating and harassment.

She apologized to me once three years ago for my childhood and I don't care. It means more to me that she was at a place personally where she could apologize, than anything else.

Nothing makes up for how I was made to feel growing up. But I never needed her to be a part of my healing. It happened, and I deal with it in my own way, divorced from her. I don't need anything from her except the answer to my ONE WISH growing up: I wished she'd grow up, and be kinder, and be more secure. Even then, when I hated her, I knew that what would be good for ME would be to get away and become the person I wanted to be; what would be good for her, my family, the world, would be for her to BE BETTER. I was so angry because to me, I KNEW she could just BE BETTER, KINDER, than this, but it felt like she refused to do the work. It made me SO ANGRY. And so hopeless.

It took almost two decades. It was not a pleasant 15 years for her I'm sure. But she did it.

She is a different person than the one who hurt me; the person who hurt me is the same person who always had the potential to be better.

There's something here.

My old therapist and I talked about compartmentalization and how it's boxing things up and shoving them under the bed. We discussed how that's not what I'm doing with this approach. When I say the person my mom is now deserves to be treated independently of the person she was. I think it's the only way to have a community. We have to meet people where they're at, and if they want to and are able to engage with community the way the community engages, then. we should.

I had cut off my family almost completely when I moved away for college. They just continued to prove that they weren't going to engage with me in a healthy way, and they weren't people I wanted in my personal community. I told them why I didn't want to be around them.

And I was fine; I found my community, identified my needs and found ways to meet them with the resources and people I wanted in my life. There are unique pains in that, too, but they're just different pains than the agony of dealing with family like that. Fixing them wasn't my responsibility; getting out of a situation where I was suffering, was something in my power.

If my mom hadn't genuinely changed, I wouldn't engage the way I am now. But she could, and she did. The rest of my family is also better but for reasons I still hold them at a distance. There's something to that, too. and all of it just. really validates an important part of my world view that needed strengthening. Hope without evidence of possibility feels like a vain exercise. But this one example solidified something in me. There's something there.

[mars-ipan]

man how do people deal with the constant unceasing hunger. this sounds like a shitpost but actually if this keeps up it may be my telltale heart

[villainvillain]

mouthwashing fans working overtime at the reach factory to justify yaoi-ifying the rapist: UMMMM BUT UH, UH... AHA! I GOT YOU GUYS NOW.... FOR YOU SEE.... YOU SHIP BILLFORD, THE FIRST TOXIC RELATIONSHIP TO POP INTO MY HEAD... AND YET YOU CRITICIZE THE RAPIST YAOI? TALK ABOUT DOUBLE STANDARDS!

[wildmrmix]

I want shrimp so bad ☹️☹️☹️

[stevethehairington]

fuckin LOVE a good story about the hubris of man

[1roentgen]

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[obstinaterixatrix]

ugh I’m really hungry and sister asked if I’ve been eating & I answered, with full confidence, “yeah!” because I remembered cooking for myself and buying food, but then I thought for two (2) seconds and realized that I’ve eaten a scallion pancake, two (2) small puff pastry twists, and two (2) spring rolls so no wonder I’m hungry

[cinnabeat]

so. spent the night in my bed..did not sleep At All...unsure if its bc i was reading something all night or if my brain is just wide awake bc of the stress of uncertainty

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

You’d think that with all this bike riding and lifting children off the floor that I’d be even more hungry, but no; I have the appetite of a little tiny bird???? The fuck

I don’t like it

[fragglerockopinions]

The worst thing about suffering is that it still hurts when the danger is over but no one cares about it anymore because it shouldn't hurt. No one will ever say "I'm sorry that happened to you" especially when they barely say "I'm sorry that's happening."