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nothing in the world makes me more evil than just being kind of annoyed
do you ever not write for so long that you’re almost afraid to? like what if I’m dumb now
Fuck hookup culture. You give me your heart and I’ll give you mine.
oh thanks for the compliment unfortunately i don’t believe you
never related more to "I love you, it's ruining my life" than I do now
This shit is incredibile. Like if you just looked at one video from one of the multiple Gazans living in tents who know english and are documenting their lives on tiktok and instagram you'd know.
I know how they get water, how they change their phones (literally one of the first photos ive seen after the genocide started full force), how they cook, how they wash their clothes, how they get money transfer to buy food throught the incredibly simple act of caring and listening.
You are too busy reading The Times of Israel and dehumanizing arabs to the point that even if you were teleported in Gaza right now you'd simply turn the other way and pretend you didn't see.
I wish nothing but harm your way.
But on a more positive note please donate to Medo Halimy's gofundme! And if you want to know how they "get wifi" go check out his tiktok and instagram account
spiral!jon who starts to manifest after you get a promotion at work. he stars in the training tapes for your new position, with curly salt-and-pepper hair that shift and coils as if it is growing but never gains any length. he speaks with a faux confidence that fools you at first, but soon you pick up on the fidgeting of his fingers and how his eyes dart around and suddenly you realize he’s not supposed to be here. and not just that — he knows that he’s not supposed to be here.
he doesn’t say anything strange at first. but after you’ve started to pick up on the sense that something is wrong he starts littering in phrases amongst the training talk — phrases that send the message that you’re a fraud, too. he uses that word. fraud? you think angrily. i’m not a fraud! but then he begins to remind you of every mistake you’ve ever made on the clock and the first seeds of doubt are sewn.
but not to worry. he’s here to help you. more so, he’s here to warn you.
you ask your training manager if this is a joke. she just looks confused.
he’s in your new manual, too. or, well, it’s not like there are any pictures of him in there, but the words are all wrong. the pages are peppered with strange phrases that are far too specific to be a coincidence, even going so far as to name drop a few of your coworkers who would benefit from the position the promotion has put you in. what about dylan, the single father? amber, the fresh college graduate desperate to prove herself in the field? is this man trying to warn you of them? are they out to get you? should you say something to them?
still, that’s not the end of it. there are cheesy motivational posters all around your office. the tacky slogans no longer encourage hard work and perseverance, now only encouraging a sense of fear and paranoia in you.
“what would they do for a chance at your spot?”
when you ask a coworker why management thought putting them up would be a good idea, they have no idea what you’re talking about.
when you’re out running errands, you notice a man at a bus stop. you almost pass him by at first, but dread settles in your stomach when you realize he’s the man from your training videos. the one who is, supposedly, trying to warn you. you decide to approach him, ask what his deal is, what he knows that you don’t, demand that he reveal to you whether this is all just some weird prank or hazing ritual your coworkers paid him for. but he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
but insists not to know you. he even seems scared of you and your outburst. and he’s…probably right to feel that way. you’re being ridiculous. embarrassed, you apologize, tell him you mistook him for someone else. but that night as you lay in bed you still can’t shake the strange smile that appeared on his face when he said he forgave you, or the way his curls moved in the wind though there wasn’t any breeze.
i’m fixating on tma it’s not funny anymore why would you show an autistic creature something this good. i feel like im discovering greek mythology all over again
I fucking despise when things fake being higher quality than they are. I don't mean like slapping a slightly misspelled brand name onto an identical non-designer product for purely aesthetic reasons I mean like rivets or thread that are actually glued down rather than punched or stitched. Fake pockets on jeans that are actually just an extra seam. Heavy looking chain that's plastic or very soft flimsy metal rather than anything sturdy. I bought boots which looked like they had a stitched sole 8 months ago and lo and behold the glue holding the sole on is revealing itself by falling apart. You PUT a STITCH IN THERE. YOU HAD THE NEEDLE AND THREAD. AND YOU DIDNT ACTUALLY STITCH DOWN THE FUCKING SOLES. Oh it makes me so mad. Cheap cunts taking the aesthetics of durability or practicality while handing you a product that won't last you the year
WHERE IT ALL STARTED…
The origins of Jon’s story, the book he was always meant to read
girlie that's not a random headache u are dehydrated malnourished over caffeinated over stressed and sleep deprived
please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts
I’m an “I do not like children” person but not an “I hate children” person. I do not want a child. I do not particularly like being in the company of small children. I am not interested in babysitting. I do not think society’s view on procreating being necessary to fulfill one’s life is healthy. But I think kids are people too and they deserve all the resources, time and attention they need to successfully grow. I think the welfare of children is fundamental to society. I smile at babies in public. I try to be sympathetic if a child is having a meltdown in public. I think being cruel to children is one of the worst things a human can do.
This puts me in a strange middle ground because I absolutely cannot get along with the “I love babies, I need to have kids, my kids are my world, having children is sooo beautiful, the world should cater to children always” crowd or the “I think children are like disgusting little rats, I hate them, they’re subhuman” crowd.
Everyone is so weird about people who cry easily. Fellas, is it evil and manipulative to *checks notes* have an involuntary stress response?