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seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know
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most men have two fuckable holes. some men have three. but, against all odds, julius caesar (100 BC to 44 BC) managed to amass an astounding 25 holes by the time of his death
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Okay okay okay so while we're talking about censorship:
When you say something is too evil for words, what you're saying that if you HAVE words, then it isn't really evil.
When I was a kid, people didn't like talking about child abuse. Because child abuse is evil and fucked up and horrific, and extreme, and it destroys people, and ruins your life forever, and the people who abuse children are irredeemable monsters and it's always immediately obvious to see because there is all this visible evidence of it happening.
So when I got a slap, and I was told, "that was nothing. Look, there isn't a bruise, you're fine. This is normal." I believed it.
And when I went to school with greasy hair and clothes that didn't fit, that wasn't a symptom of anything. It wasn't like I had a black eye.
And when I was home alone with the children for hours and hours, that wasn't abuse. That wasn't a bloody nose.
Real abuse was worse. Real abuse was unspeakable. And my life wasn't unspeakable. My life was cooking spaghetti for six and washing the dishes for three hours before I was allowed to go to sleep and wake up and go to school and do it again tomorrow.
When we heighten taboo subjects to this elevated, special kind of evil, it's sort of like moving the goalposts for the people experiencing the harm as well.
I got smacked a bit, but abuse leaves marks.
I got my hair yanked, but it wasn't like they were ripping out chunks.
I was in charge of raising the kids, but parentification means paying the bills.
Neglect means having no food, and we just had small portions.
Absence means running off on a drunken bender, not just locking yourself in an office and leaving your daughter to take care of the baby.
Yall see what I'm getting at?
There's a lot of shitty things we can do to each other, but it's not special, or unspeakable.
Cause my parents weren't unspeakable. They were my parents. They loved me, and they were doing their best.
You feel me?
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we are the grandad's clothes you didnt thrift
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everyone get unemployed. i will provide for us.
throughfearandtrembling-deactiv
I love how safe everyone in the comments feels about being entirely dependant on a potentially psychopathic benefactor 😁
im nice…..
He’s literally nice
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cats be like damn we are cuddling 😳 what if I bit you for no reason
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Everyday Butterflies. 1899.
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Tethys
A gold medallion featuring a high-relief depiction of Tethys seated on a seahorse amid stylised waves, ca.300/200 BC., 7x6.5 cm, weight 25 gr
Private Collection