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i just want a guy to come up to me and tell me i have a nice rack

I think my father is a hoarder, or at least fills his house with trash. It's embarrassing to talk about and if I bring it up too much my mom will certainly try to take custody back. But being in a house surrounded by trash is so draining, and it never changes. He says every year that it'll change but it never does. And I love him so much, he's such a sweet man, but it feels like it's only getting worse and I don't know what to do

You’d really be surprised at the amount of respectful depictions of abuse in media that get horrible hate from people who claim to support victims. I’ll be the first to admit not everything I make is a respectable, tasteful depiction of abuse, but like. Some of my fics are very clearly about the emotions and how deeply CSA specifically can hurt you. It feels so cruel to look at that and not even show compassion. Are you so ambivalent to the possibility of harming a victim?

Of course a Korean is in the Cornell 7. I don't wanna hear what anyone gotta say about these so-called "model minorities" again. NO BLACK PERSON IS AMONG THE CONVICTED BTWW.

Sometimes it hurts to know that a lot of people see me as less of a victim because. I ship weird things and have some weird kinks. I get being weirded out, but. I am a victim. I’m a victim of incest and CSA. The fact that I “ship”fictional incest or age gap relationships doesn’t make me less of a victim, and doesn’t mean I endorse these things in real life. Especially since like. Yes it is very much a kink thing to me in many aspects but it’s also equally as much a coping thing. These things aren’t mutually exclusive, actually. I know it might seem backwards to you that the guy who posts about fictional siblings kissing in a casual manner or even sexualized manner might also be using that dynamic or similar ones for coping reasons but. I wish people would understand that “I like this thing for fetish reasons” and “I am a victim of these types of abuse and writing/drawing about it in fiction helps me cope” are not mutually exclusive. It’s not even like I mind people finding it weird! I’m fine when people are grossed out and block me. But when I see someone imply or state directly that I am less of a victim or an outright abuser because of art, it kind of really hurts. I don’t even really need someone to understand my mindset but I wish some people would try to understand that some people cope differently than you.

I am so close to some kind of finish line and yet I am so drained and pissed at the same time... Context: I was g/r 6 years ago. 4 years ago I went to a facility for help. Where I was retraumatized. Then when I made a report they said that I look like a freak in the bed bc I wear combat boots. Then the police said I might be hallucinating bc I have cptsd. 3 years ago I made it across country to live with my best friend who's husband kept calling me a sex slave. 2 years ago I was thrown out by her bc she was "trying to save her marriage". 1 year ago I left my ex bc of his behavior of different forms of abuse. 6 months ago I moved from a shitty living situation to basically another shit show. Now: 4 months ago I moved in with my soon to be ex roommate. 3 days after moving my cat was murdered by him. She was and still is my everything. I found her and her brother 2 years after my miscarriage. We spent 10 years together everyday. She was the only person who ever truly loved me. I miss her greatly all the time. He has been awful to deal with. While he has been the epitome of everyone I stood up against and left out of my life I got several applications to apartments submitted before having my new job in this new town. He says things like I am as useless as a dead cat and other fucked up shit. The more I told him my boundaries the more he has dig his feet in and treating me with saying he could be worse and say things to make me want to kill myself on this boastful bragging way. I am leaving in 6 days for my new apartment. Yet today...Not only is everyone so rude and nasty at work ( been red flags since I started) but people my age ( 38) are fake and act like 12 year olds with collage age freedoms. I am applying for a new job and my phone dies. So I have to spend money on a new phone and hurt my leg a few hours ago. He just weaponizes incompetence all the time. We just got home and I said can you plz make this hot tea while I change so I don't have to walk so much bc I'm in pain. He starts asking me how to make it. Like ... The fuck do you mean. Hot water and put the bag in or just water and put the bag in and microwave it. I finally snapped. I said that he was someone who made the room light up when he left and I was sick of him being hormonal. He got mad and was like I know a woman isn't calling a man hormonal and I said if it triggers him to just take meds for his hormones and slammed my door. I am so fucking sick of him.

I don't know if it's still like this, but school was ass-backwards in my country when I was a kid. Think about it: You get taught something new, immediately get assigned homework that very same day (along with homework from other classes that day), and sometimes even get quizzed on it the very next day while people have the nerve to call it "learning". If a whole-ass class, including the smart kids and the kids that actually like that class, are having trouble and/or forget it, then I doubt the kids are at fault. I'm pretty sure there are plenty of articles addressing how bullshit this school environment is, yet teachers, parents, and schools keep blaming kids instead of admitting this. Can a generation of adults stop fucking shit up for kids for one second?

I am so close to some kind of finish line and yet I am so drained and pissed at the same time... Context: I was g/r 6 years ago. 4 years ago I went to a facility for help. Where I was retraumatized. Then when I made a report they said that I look like a freak in the bed bc I wear combat boots. Then the police said I might be hallucinating bc I have cptsd. 3 years ago I made it across country to live with my best friend who's husband kept calling me a sex slave. 2 years ago I was thrown out by her bc she was "trying to save her marriage". 1 year ago I left my ex bc of his behavior of different forms of abuse. 6 months ago I moved from a shitty living situation to basically another shit show. Now: 4 months ago I moved in with my soon to be ex roommate. 3 days after moving my cat was murdered by him. She was and still is my everything. I found her and her brother 2 years after my miscarriage. We spent 10 years together everyday. She was the only person who ever truly loved me. I miss her greatly all the time. He has been awful to deal with. While he has been the epitome of everyone I stood up against and left out of my life I got several applications to apartments submitted before having my new job in this new town. He says things like I am as useless as a dead cat and other fucked up shit. The more I told him my boundaries the more he has dig his feet in and treating me with saying he could be worse and say things to make me want to kill myself on this boastful bragging way. I am leaving in 6 days for my new apartment. Yet today...Not only is everyone so rude and nasty at work ( been red flags since I started) but people my age ( 38) are fake and act like 12 year olds with collage age freedoms. I am applying for a new job and my phone dies. So I have to spend money on a new phone and hurt my leg a few hours ago. He just weaponizes incompetence all the time. We just got home and I said can you plz make this hot tea while I change so I don't have to walk so much bc I'm in pain. He starts asking me how to make it. Like ... The fuck do you mean. Hot water and put the bag in or just water and put the bag in and microwave it. I finally snapped. I said that he was someone who made the room light up when he left and I was sick of him being hormonal. He got mad and was like I know a woman isn't calling a man hormonal and I said if it triggers him to just take meds for his hormones and slammed my door. I am so fucking sick of him.

This is the most stressed ive ever been. Whatever entity keeps screwing up my life please take a break and let me limb out of this intact. Holy fuck. It gets worse and worse. Maybe this will only take about 18 months to sort out 🤞

i just had a birthday recently. i barely have any friends anymore. i'm mentally at the worst i've ever been and i likely have some form of an eating disorder.

Video of a MAGAF*G with a T-shirt, "I suffer from PTSD - Pretty Tired of Stupid Democrats" The whole country is eating shit right now, GOPedos in charge of everything, and these retahds still blame everyone but their bitch in chief.

What's wrong with me today? Actually is there anything okay with me to begin with?

You know what? I like that sexy gen X Asian woman too. I'm sure that pretty face would make me so hard!

I'm 28, and I feel like I've got nothing to show for it. I feel... stuck. I don't feel happy with where I am in life. I am still stuck on this island, after fantasizing about living my life in the States. I dreamed of having a body I don't put the effort into working for. Consistency and discipline are quite easy to give up on. I no longer keep up with the friends I enjoy, and I feel so ashamed to reach out because I don't know what to say anymore. My mind is constantly going, and it gets loud in there. The job is getting less fulfilling. Life is not fulfilling right now. I just want to feel... like me again.

I hate you Andrew. You jerk, emotionless, never showing affection. But you come to." talk" which we know what it means. You get horny, fuck for 40 minutes and then it's over. Same usual shit until you need pussy again in a week.

I hope I forget you when I'm 60 with dementia. But you're the she-devil, you won't let me off the hook that easy

Dawn is a stupid idiot that lashes out at people in California.

The blue checkmarks glowed, and a reply appeared almost instantly. Noir_Silk: Well, hello there... I don't usually reply to random DMs, but you sound like a gentleman who actually appreciates a woman who takes care of herself ;) It's so exhausting dealing with cheap, immature guys on here. Wizardry’s eyes practically bulged. The stockings photo in her gallery, the quick response, the smooth validation—his ego ballooned right back to maximum capacity, completely erasing every shred of last night's public humiliation. "Hook, line, and sinker," he chuckled out loud, running his rough beard with his dirty fingers. "She knows a real man when she sees one." Behind @Noir_Silk, however, was not a glamorous woman lounging on a plush sofa in stockings. Sitting in a cramped, humid room halfway across the world was Arthur—a sharp, seasoned scammer who maintained dozens of burner accounts across social platforms, using curated, high-end stock photos of luxury aesthetics to hunt for lonely, ego-driven men. Arthur had seen Wizardry’s type thousands of times: cheap, desperate, obsessed with secret messaging apps, and entirely blinded by their own horniness. Wizardry: I hear you, beautiful. Most guys here don't know how to treat a woman like you. I'm actually a very generous guy when I find the right person... planning a trip early next year. Ever had a man buy you a plane ticket just to come meet you? Download Zangi, add me and let's talk details. Arthur grinned at his phone screen, cracking his knuckles. The classic plane ticket play, he thought. Let's turn the tables. Noir_Silk: A plane ticket? God, you really are different... my heart just skipped a beat reading that. I'd love to move to Zangi, but my phone is on its absolute last legs—the screen is cracked and it crashes every time I try to install new apps. I was actually just about to log off SW until I can figure out how to pay for a cheap replacement phone this week... it’s so frustrating because I really wanted to send you more pictures tonight. The mention of "more pictures tonight" hit Wizardry like a drug. His brain completely bypassed the glaring, textbook scam setup. He didn't care about a phone; he cared about getting exclusive access to the woman in the stockings before anyone else on the site saw her. Wizardry: How much do you need for the phone? I don't let small problems get in the way when I see something I want. You get that app running tonight, and I'll make sure you're taken care of.

"Within The Woods" - 1978 - Sam Raimi Short Film Found on YouTube With Bruce Campbell, Evil Dead test film

I have a stainless steel sex toy. I'm not using it anymore, and I don't know what to do with it. It doesn't need to stay at my house. I can't sell it online because it's weird. I can't throw it out either because it's stainless steel, can't really go in the trash like other items. I'm thinking of just dropping it somewhere. Technically, it's not pollution because it's stainless steel, it's like plain iron. Like a rock. I just don't want to be seen, and I don't want to put it somewhere that would be extremely weird or near children. I don't know how to get rid of it. I don't even know how to throw it away safely in the appropriate location without being seen with a full metal dildo in my hands.