Am I talking to you? You'll never know.
When will I stop being high?
Don't give up! You still have a chance! There are endless possibilities! Everywhere you look is a chance for happiness and love!
If you're making a joke, it's been made. Please stop posting this shallow, Hallmark-esque stuff.
There's nothing wrong with you! We'll love you no matter who you become! There's nothing wrong with loving one another! Everything is just the way it's supposed to be!
Many people find this sort of speech offensive, it's a well known phenomenon among religious speakers, motivational speakers, rehabilitation treatment centers, etc. Most of the time, people articulate that offense along the lines of gHow dare you say everything is the way it's supposed to be - don't you know how I've suffered?h. I think, however, that a deeper frustration comes from the way this speech trivializes potential future action. Saying something like gEvery failure was just a stepping stone on the path to successh implies that whenever something positive does happen, it's inevitable, therefore whoever works hard to achieve success has wasted their time. Since most people have worked at something, being told that their work was irrelevant is quite irritating. The suffering person is not only angry because their suffering are spoken of as trivial, but because their response to their circumstances is said to be eintendedf: gRemember all that pain you went through when your wife and kids died? I am unimpressed by how difficult it was for you to return to normal life, instead I approve of all your sleepless nights. I am the one who says how you are supposed to respond to suffering. I am your superior, signing off on your work.h
Furthermore, people do fail. Everyone has direct personal experiences that testify to this. Hearing, then, that every path leads to success tells the listener gRemember that time you failed? Since that was just a stepping stone to success, and since you didn't end up succeeding, you must have given up, you lazy slacker.h So on the one hand, you're telling everyone that anything they do is meaningless, since happiness is always just around the corner. On the other hand, you're telling everyone that whenever happiness hasn't materialized, that they must have fucked something up: that happiness was nearby, so how on Earth could you have possibly missed it?
Let go of the past! Don't worry about your future! Everyone is here to support you! Love is here and will always be here!
Let me just admit it. Most of these posts for the past couple of days have been me replying to myself.
Interesting, hopefully she can try to lead a normal life.
i don't think it's her . her tweets all seem like references to anything that anyone knows about the sasebo murder or the red room meme . i feel like this twitter was just created as some edgy kind of idea thatsomeone thought would be cool . i've seen that profile picture used as a "nevada-tan today" thing for years now, before this twitter was made ... not only that , i would assume she'd put "sasebo" in japanese at least ..
as far as japanese culture is concerned , i'm sure she's trying to keep herself as private as possible .
> try to denigrate it
Even if I were to give credence to your sophomoric-at-best analysis, you just make it sound like you bunch are a lot of children who can't handle being mocked. Which is ironic since you also complain about how essjaydubius can't handle your (probably denigrating) humor or whatever.
>>131 once wrote a dissertation on how checking dubs is an institutional system that disproportionately benefits heterosexual white men. Xe argued that a dubs checking quota should therefore be placed to limit the amount of dubs that can be obtained, but that the quota would only be applied to white men.
>>133 thinks a white woman playing the role of a robot is cultural appropriation
Not contributing to >>134's LGBT charity is considered the same as being the Westboro Baptist Church.
I'm real, but I'm more worried about people bumping shitty threads than the oppression of women.
slavs have refined profanity to an art
In the beginning I am running in the forest naked as fast as I can, as if I'm escaping from something. I encounter big swarms of aggressive bees recklessly stinging me on the road but it doesn't stop me. Then I get to a branch and realize that all but one of the stings were actually nails. Strangely, those nails are actually reversed, pointing up with the head inside my skin.
Suddenly, an empty cinema room. I'm standing there, examining the only one of those stings that isn't a nail, and vomitting on it in order to neutralize the poison. The nails are expulsed out of my skin, the scars and the vomit disappear, I take a seat, and people start getting inside the room.
The film starts, and I know even before its beginning it's a sequel to a show I really like (Kaamelott). But that film is fucking terrible, and the only scene I remember is some guy running ejecting nails out of his skin.
Suddenly, I'm in a medieval Europe-styled market next to the forest and a railroad. Someone is with me and goes on the railroad. I tell that person what ey's doing is dangerous and ey comes back. I look at an arcade game in the market and decide to play it. The screen shows a cylindric tower slightly to the left in front of a blue sky with a few clouds, and there are ghosts with their tongues out represented exactly by the same sprite as in the Touhou games for PC-98.
And then I wake up.
I was watching a show about someone in high school. He was trying to join the soccer team so that he could get close to the female goal keeper during during team pictures. Then I was him. I asked the photographer about whether the goalie would even be taking pictures at the same time, but she was more interested in getting me to pick between two flavors of green Gatorade. I sampled both bottles for a while, then they turned into bowls of vegetables, then rice. I made a decision and the photographer was kind enough to let me keep both samples. I left to go home.
I was being badgered by a fellow I didn't trust the look of while walking home. He was asking a lot -- my name, where I lived, other things you wouldn't tell a stranger -- but I answered everything truthfully, as you would in a dream. I didn't let him know of my home when we got to it (we walked along while talking, like the strangest of friends) and I carried on with him, planning to peel off later and circle back around.
A friend of his joined us. Light-haired and a little skittish. He seemed nice. He stopped and gestured as we passed an alley, appparently recognising the three dark-clothed lads there. It got violent, but my first acquaintance was unusually strong. He threw one of them on top of the nearby bins with a single punch to the jaw. The other two met a similar fate, and we checked their wallets. Within one were several photos of me, some from my childhood, all unsettling. I somehow knew these three were hired to deal with me, but didn't know why. I took the photos and hid the wallet under the guy taking a nap on the bins. Time to go home.
My apartment was three floors up in a five-storey building with no elevator. Panicked, I took the stairs two at a time, not counting the floors, and ended up with nothing more to climb. What? I should have recognised my door by now. I went back down. Pinned to my door was an eviction notice, but dated several months old. How long had I been out? More worryingly, it was messily covered in white-out and marker. Reason for eviction redacted. Issuing office redacted. Even the signature. Time to leave.
I was working at the top floor of a tall office building that had windows on the roof. Suddenly, I heard a loud tapping on the roof. A giant fucking red ant (like maybe twenty feet long and apportioned otherwise like a normal ant) was tapping its legs on the glass. Everyone else in the room I was working in lost their shit and started screaming, and people started to escape down the stairs to the bottom floor while I debated whether to stay in the building out of a fear that there would be more giant ants outside.
Next thing I knew I was watching the news in a house that I recognized as home, even though it looks nothing like my own home. As it happened, animals all over the world had grown to massive sizes somehow and many were attacking and killing humans. I got in my car and started to drive to find my family in a nearby city and sped past a giant bear and a series of massive insects. As I drove by the coastline, I noticed that huge waves were hitting the shore and that the ocean seemed to be rising.
Finally, I someone ended up with a group of strangers (who I assume were also fleeing the chaos) in what they described as a "safe place" - a beautiful piece of country, rolling hills and everything, the sun setting in the distance. There were no giant animals around. Just before waking up, I wondered how long we'd survive in this place before dying of starvation or being killed by invading animals or waves.
I had a dream about a baby. I don't remember the details, but there was definitely a baby.
I was visiting the queen. I gave her a tangerine, but it had a tear in the skin so she haughtily threw it in the bin. Then my father and I discussed the political situation on Mars.
So after I skimmed through the post about lucid dreams in the post your thoughts thread, I went back to sleep. First my dream was about meeting up with some friends to go to the movie. I got to the theatre, but for some reason, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't park within the lines. I realized I still had some time left before my friends would arrive (it was ?:10 and my friends were arriving at ?:30), so I gave up and went to a nearby gas station to get some snacks.
While looking for a parking spot, I realized I had accidentally entered the store with my car. It was really embarassing until I realized that would be impossible and that I was actually just on feet. I looked for some dr. Pepper, but I couldn't decide if it was normal to buy a 2 liter or a 20oz for individual consumption. I realized that was a stupid question and I only needed a 20oz. So I got it and a small bag of garditos.
By the time I went to check out, the line had gotten too long. So I left without buying, and went to get a hotel. Once I was in my hotel room, I kind of understood that I was in a dream. I heard some faint barking, and I wondered if my dog irl was barking at someone out the window. That's when I decided I wanted to fuck someone in this dream. I left the hotel room, which was now located in some neighborhood. There was a nice house across the street. I walked towards it, and I looked at everything and thought about how real it all looked. I hoped I wouldn't wake up, and I hoped that I wasn't wrong that it was a dream and that I'm not about to invade someone's actual home (although I was pretty sure it was a dream).
A bully from my childhood had a mental breakdown in front of me while waiting for a massage in an airport waiting lounge.
IE is a crappy web browser.
People who use reddit and tumblr should not voice their opinion.
Anyone who runs over a pedestrian at a crosswalk is an asshole.
As far as I am concerned, babies are a bunch of pussies that don't do anything but cry.
Robespierre was a shitty egomaniac asshole. Fuck him.
enlessvideo spammers are annoying and do not contribute in any way to the discussion.
Meghan Trainor looks like a TV preacher's wife.
People who don't flush the toilet after using it are disgusting.
The people who created Tony Hawk 5 should have to faceplant into a Claymore mine.
Form a party with Conundrum, Ariadne and a Jack-clone (for later sacrifice, if needed.) Fly on TiMothy to the Control Tower. If we're too heavy, use wind powers to assist its flight.
Ask the androgynous person what sex is.
Play as the androgynous person.
You and a few other cute girls form a loose granfalloon and, with some difficulty, persuade TiMothy to leave his perch on the shaded side of the building. He lazily makes a few stabs at your spinal fluids, but seems generally quite lethargic. Well, he's probably not diurnal, after all. A little aerokinesis eventually convinces him to relocate to the ground, let you board him, and reluctantly take flight again.
Before leaving earshot, you feel a slight prick at your conscience at leaving behind Stove Stove, the androgynous person and the remaining Jacks. Just to give them something to ruminate over in your absence, you ask them a controversial philosophical/linguistic conundrum. The androgynous person perks up and begins enthusiastically pontificating on the biological role of sex, the XY, X0 and ZW sex determination systems, sexual reproduction as it relates to genetic recombination, before changing tack and discussing the difficulties in defining sex and gender, and how the terms fit into the physical and psychological phenotypes of human sexual dimorphism. By the time they get on to sex in anglerfish, however, you are long since gone, fluttering away westwards.
You are now playing as the androgynous person.
Enthusiastically discuss science with Jacqueline.
Board Stove Stove
Completely ignoring the piece of paper she presents to you, you tell Jacqueline about the entire glorious spectrum of the natural sciences from first principles. You start with particle physics, moving on to nuclear physics, then quantum physics, valence bond theory, molecular orbital theory, physical chemistry, inorganic chemistry, organic chemistry, biochemistry, cell biology, physiology, genetics, evolution, ecology, neuroscience, computer science, electromagnetism, classical mechanics, fluid dynamics, thermodynamics, atmospheric physics, astronomy, cosmology, and relativity.
Though you intended it to be a discussion, your partner contributes little other than insistently waving some silly piece of paper in your face, so it turns out to be more of a lecture. Or set of lectures. When you get to a minor digression on quantum chaos, she apparently gives up and wanders away back indoors. You continue talking, raising your voice to make sure she doesn't miss anything. After almost an hour she returns, tries to distract you with more paper, gives up again, tries to show her paper to Stove Stove and nearby clones (without success), paces back and forth in a line, and finally curls up in a ball against one of the walls of the building, pressing her hands over her ears as hard as she can. Well, you hope she enjoyed the discussion as much as you did!
Make Stove Stove disco dance, then destroy everything and everyone in sight.
Set course for the Palriga Canal!
octopus opening jar
madagascar internet speed
deep fried banana
stop public boners
automatic ATM machine
"video of a woman in her underwear wearing cat ears and crawling around and making hand gestures like a cat"
My Maid is an Amorphous Blob