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It’s almost like so many whites just existing is triggering. Like whenever you speak you are at the verge of triggering someone and I hate you for it. Stop speaking. You kill us with your words too
tbh rolling stones gave such a lolsure excuse for the cover too, abt how they wanted to get into the mind of the terrorist etc
why didn't they use the pic of the elder brother then bc it was his plan
bc he ain't pretty
why didn't they use the pic of the elder brother then bc it was his plan
bc he ain't pretty
So FamilyCare the day program today had a trip to Walmart that I wanted to go to and see if I could cash my tax return check. The line there was long, and the money services at the customer services thing was all credit cards-money grams-etc. My luck only spiraled down from there.
So then I went to get some beer. Obviously because I’m just a piece of shit I stole it. (3 cans of 24 mL to be exact). Went to the bathroom, began to drink. The rolling thing with the toilet paper in the stall I was in broke and the can that was on it fell, foam went all over. Lied/laughed to the woman in the next stall and said that was money down the drain. Drank the second can.
.Then because I’m just a complete shitstain when alcohol gets me to reveal my real self I tried to steal two DVDs and a Sims 3 expansion pack. (that is, Africa, the tv documentary, the first season of Adventure Time, and the Sims 3: Supernatural expansion pack) when I was under the influence. Looking back I should’ve taken them to the bathroom where there are no cameras and then put them in my bag, but eh. What’s done is done.
So then I couldn’t go back with my ride because the security people saw I suppose, and then the cops came. Well, it was just one state trooper, and I had to wait awhile. The Walmart guy said that they catch people trying to steal a lot, so at least their job isn’t boring. So then the nice state trooper came-his name was Andy, I believe-and he handcuffed me. “You have tiny wrists!" and I was like “hahaha I know". No, I wasn’t sober at the time. If I were sober…well, if I were sober I wouldn’t have stolen, but also if I were sober I would still be freaking out. Thanks to the beer I was relatively calm.
So anyway then I was driven to the station which was…pretty anticlimactic. The building is clearly under renovations as the ceiling is visible with the wires and pipes and all, and the photographing equipment was more high-tech than what’s in the movies. Then again, it’s been awhile since I saw a movie where people were fingerprinted and stuff, so…*shrug*
Then after that I got a ticket for court (the 28th, at 2 PM) that I can just take a cab to, so that’s convenient. Now I have to hold onto most of my tax return check-even though I haven’t even cashed the damn thing yet-just in case I have to pay some ridiculous fine. The guy at Walmart said I could have to pay up to 10 times the amount I tried to take. And the thought of having to use my fucking tax return on avoiding jail…well, it’s what I deserve for being a shitstain on humanity. :)
Afterwards, I got picked up by some FamilyCare people-who I lied to/said I only tried to take $20 worth of stuff though I did tell them that it was my first (recorded) offense. They were pretty understanding, and did their best to reassure me about the fine and about how it was very unlikely my dad and stepmom would find out. When I got dropped off, I saw my psychiatrist and got my anxiety meds (painfully low dose) increased because I told him how the beer was me trying to self medicate my own anxiety.
Then I got picked up to go home and…well, now here I am
I don’t deserve to be an avatar. The only real Avatar (aka Jesus)…I don’t deserve His love or mercy. I’m grateful for it, yes…but I don’t deserve it. No wonder Dean isn’t talking to me. I do this shit while friends are going to college and graduate school and working and doing stuff with their lives. I’d give up on the fanfics I’m writing but they help keep me alive motivation wise. So I suppose I’m stuck, pathetic as I am.
Whatever.
*pets household dogs and tries not to think about how stepmom is still trying to control her money*
I mean God keeps throwing “You’ll be OK" signals in my direction but I still can’t help being a total fucking mess inside over all this…
So then I went to get some beer. Obviously because I’m just a piece of shit I stole it. (3 cans of 24 mL to be exact). Went to the bathroom, began to drink. The rolling thing with the toilet paper in the stall I was in broke and the can that was on it fell, foam went all over. Lied/laughed to the woman in the next stall and said that was money down the drain. Drank the second can.
.Then because I’m just a complete shitstain when alcohol gets me to reveal my real self I tried to steal two DVDs and a Sims 3 expansion pack. (that is, Africa, the tv documentary, the first season of Adventure Time, and the Sims 3: Supernatural expansion pack) when I was under the influence. Looking back I should’ve taken them to the bathroom where there are no cameras and then put them in my bag, but eh. What’s done is done.
So then I couldn’t go back with my ride because the security people saw I suppose, and then the cops came. Well, it was just one state trooper, and I had to wait awhile. The Walmart guy said that they catch people trying to steal a lot, so at least their job isn’t boring. So then the nice state trooper came-his name was Andy, I believe-and he handcuffed me. “You have tiny wrists!" and I was like “hahaha I know". No, I wasn’t sober at the time. If I were sober…well, if I were sober I wouldn’t have stolen, but also if I were sober I would still be freaking out. Thanks to the beer I was relatively calm.
So anyway then I was driven to the station which was…pretty anticlimactic. The building is clearly under renovations as the ceiling is visible with the wires and pipes and all, and the photographing equipment was more high-tech than what’s in the movies. Then again, it’s been awhile since I saw a movie where people were fingerprinted and stuff, so…*shrug*
Then after that I got a ticket for court (the 28th, at 2 PM) that I can just take a cab to, so that’s convenient. Now I have to hold onto most of my tax return check-even though I haven’t even cashed the damn thing yet-just in case I have to pay some ridiculous fine. The guy at Walmart said I could have to pay up to 10 times the amount I tried to take. And the thought of having to use my fucking tax return on avoiding jail…well, it’s what I deserve for being a shitstain on humanity. :)
Afterwards, I got picked up by some FamilyCare people-who I lied to/said I only tried to take $20 worth of stuff though I did tell them that it was my first (recorded) offense. They were pretty understanding, and did their best to reassure me about the fine and about how it was very unlikely my dad and stepmom would find out. When I got dropped off, I saw my psychiatrist and got my anxiety meds (painfully low dose) increased because I told him how the beer was me trying to self medicate my own anxiety.
Then I got picked up to go home and…well, now here I am
I don’t deserve to be an avatar. The only real Avatar (aka Jesus)…I don’t deserve His love or mercy. I’m grateful for it, yes…but I don’t deserve it. No wonder Dean isn’t talking to me. I do this shit while friends are going to college and graduate school and working and doing stuff with their lives. I’d give up on the fanfics I’m writing but they help keep me alive motivation wise. So I suppose I’m stuck, pathetic as I am.
Whatever.
*pets household dogs and tries not to think about how stepmom is still trying to control her money*
I mean God keeps throwing “You’ll be OK" signals in my direction but I still can’t help being a total fucking mess inside over all this…
okay where did that tswift stan get the idea that Girls is a lesbian tv show
are there even any queer characters on girls besides hannah's sassy gay friend and the dude who fucked her thigh crease
uuuuuuuuuugh I had to take bendryl and now I'm tired
From here on in, I'm referring to womyn who were CAMAB as simply womyn, and those who were CAFAB and 'identify' as female as ciswomen. I do this in the interests of cultural feminism, and so that ciswomen can know what it's like for a tenth of a second to have a womon say, "you are not my sister. You did not go through what I went through and never will understand." Girlhood is significant, and is forever tainted by cissexually-constructed wannabes.
A small number of staff at St. Mary’s who might be called upon when the Duchess gives birth were told they had to remain teetotal for a month before the due date. They were told the due date was July 19, meaning they couldn’t drink from June 19 onwards.
wat
wat
Ugh. I can not wait until transition prevalence gets up to its lower bound and the lesbian community’s about 50-50 on birth assignment.
white boys with dreads will be the first in my reeducation camps
my mom went off one of her meds cold turkey and she's having the most extreme withdrawal ... like she's lost her mind. screaming at me to leave our apartment one minute, then telling me i need to be doing x y and z around the house.
she just screamed at me bc i'm in my bed reading?! and smacked a magazine or something on the wall ... i'm kind of scared, idk what to do. i guess i should call my dad? (they're separated and he doesn't live with us.) i've just locked my door and am playing music now. :// i really think she needs to be hospitalized, and i told her that, but idt she gets it.
she just screamed at me bc i'm in my bed reading?! and smacked a magazine or something on the wall ... i'm kind of scared, idk what to do. i guess i should call my dad? (they're separated and he doesn't live with us.) i've just locked my door and am playing music now. :// i really think she needs to be hospitalized, and i told her that, but idt she gets it.
We’re a sapient species with some non-neuroplastic sexually dimorphic neurology that, some evidence indicates, can have pretty drastic effects on how people present, identify, are attracted to, react to being gendered in a given way, et cetera. Neurological sex is, at that point, really the only legitimate metric of sex, and the best metric we have for neurological sex is, and will remain, identified sex. Full-fucking-stop.
Most of the comments about sexual dimorphism being intrinsically tied to genital morphology seem to come from people who’ve never been near an androgenic vagina or estrogenic penis. Put it another way: If genital morphology is integral to sexual orientation, why do gynephiles who’ve never expressed or reported attraction to cis men seem to dramatically differ on their stated attraction to trans women based on the relationship of their identified sex to their assigned sex?
Most of the comments about sexual dimorphism being intrinsically tied to genital morphology seem to come from people who’ve never been near an androgenic vagina or estrogenic penis. Put it another way: If genital morphology is integral to sexual orientation, why do gynephiles who’ve never expressed or reported attraction to cis men seem to dramatically differ on their stated attraction to trans women based on the relationship of their identified sex to their assigned sex?
omg i just had a 3 flush clot and period shit jamboree in the bathroom
it's 99 fucking degrees
i'm sweaty
bloated
crampy
FUCK TODAY
it's 99 fucking degrees
i'm sweaty
bloated
crampy
FUCK TODAY
took one too many ibuprophen and now i feel sick :c
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/gallery/2011/jan/02/photography-detroit#/?picture=370173058&index=13
jesus
jesus
I find it curious that you feel in response to a quote that calls the owner of this space, and many of its community members, traitorous and responsible for the nation's woes, because we are not god-believers, that you felt obliged to reassert your commitment to your faith by distancing yourself from the likes of Fischer, instead of, say, showing empathy for us.
This is one of the pieces of required reading for participation in this space.
This is one of the pieces of required reading for participation in this space.
so casually cruel in the name of being honest
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