Friendly reminder that the English language is fucked and I hate it

*comically large inhale*

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!

🎃 👻 🦇 🍭

My halloween treat this year is giving a 🖕 to my ex and his new girlfriend (they’ve been together 2 weeks, we broke up a month ago) and I’ve been nothing but nice to them but they refuse to do the same and keep giving me shit. So I’m leaving his goddamn server with her in it since she told me to leave. Fuck you Anthony. I tried. But I will not be a villain unless I choose to be one. It’s not my business if you try and control her too. ❤️

Having my nightly ADHD moment so bear with me:

If Rapunzel were to dye her hair, would the chemicals affect the magical properties of her hair?

This is taking into account the fact that her magic derives from the sun essentially, which then becomes a flower. Taking those chemicals into account, if we were to interact those chemicals with the chemicals of hair dye combined with hair as is, I’m just wondering what the effects would be.

I’m no chemist; in fact I almost failed chemistry. So if someone who knows chemistry could help me out here that’d be great!

EDIT: my discord friends are bringing up great points such as hair damage and how it varies.

POV you love making extensively complex lore for your oc’s cuz why not but when it comes to actual lore for shit you get confused really easily and it makes your head hurt (time travel and timelines I’m looking at you!) but you still try and learn it because in the end you love lore

20 Seconds at most.

The world has been shitty lately. And because of that, my depression has been coming back.

So I decided to tell the world to fuck off.

I decided to try again.

I took my meds again. If there’s anything that’s gonna make this feel even a little better, it’s gonna be the fucking meds I’ve been prescribed that are MEANT to make me feel ok.

Something I’ve thought of as a chore is now something I’m going to start thinking of as my “try again”

So yeah, Fuck You, World. I’m gonna try again. And you can’t fucking stop me.

(This is just my little triumphant thing for myself for finally deciding to not let everything make me sad, and for finally choosing to take my meds again.)

I’m proud of myself :)

Highlights from my birthday yesterday:

-Lots of love and happiness from my friends and family

- birthday freebies were AWESOME

- New Beetlejuice movie was FANTASTIC

- Class ring came in coincidentally

- my brother wrote “too tired to make a joke” on my card and it cracked me up after my stepbrother slammed the car door into me on accident

- I lost my ID

-watched the last episode of shikanoko with my friend who ate an edible just for the episode

- I cried with my mom over nostalgia

Overall a pretty good birthday

I lied. I have exactly 1 other 9/11 meme.

I shit you not this took me 15 minutes to find because of how…(strangling sound) my camera roll is.

:]

SpongeBob caused 9/11 confirmed.

I’d like to make it known that I mostly use my Pinterest for memes, and have never seen one like THIS before. However, of course on THIS EXACT GIVEN DAY, Pinterest gives me this:

I’m not trying to make this day a joke, I’m just concerned why Pinterest would show me this image today of all days.

I have no where else to post this.

I don’t know how to start this, but I really need to get this off my chest, since this is about the only person I would confide my troubles to.

I thought that they were my person. One who would always listen. But one slip of the mask and now I’m rethinking everything.

Here’s the story: almost exactly a week ago, I was getting ready for a big event I had been looking forward to for months. I won’t give many details, but this was such a big thing to me that it influenced an incredibly big choice I made a bit back. I had made plans with friends, and we were going to have so much fun that night. But this person decided last minute that they wanted to join in, and asked if they could come in to our dinner reservation; the day of.

There are a lot more personal details to the story that I’ve already told many people, so here’s the gist: After far too many back and forths, we had a giant fight; our biggest yet. They made me feel as though I was to blame, and I believed it for a bit. However after talking to the people around me, they told me that I had made it clear they were not my first priority that day. I had spent quite a while getting ready, but they were more concerned about how we could accommodate them into our already made plans, then got genuinely mad when we said we really couldn’t do much.

The words in the following days that people were describing them as were controlling, toddler, child, self centered, and the like. I was just worried because they had never been like this before in the 3 long years I had known them. Only recently have I started looking back and realizing that maybe they had, just on a very small scale.

I’ve been a very mixed bag of emotions because of this. I’ve had so much time to sort out my thoughts and feelings, but I feel sick, just wondering if this is who they truly are. They were the person I turned to to talk about my emotions, but now I can barely talk to them because they put all the blame on me and say I was in the wrong, and all I can do it wonder why? Did I brush them off? Did I not communicate well? Just what did I do so wrong? Not be able to accommodate and change our plans to include them?

My therapist has said that this looked like the beginnings of an abusive relationship, with them being so overly controlling. I gave her my phone to look at our messages of that night and the following day, and she said that it was a lot of “I’s” on their side and a lot of “We’s” on my side of the conversation.

I used to think that this person would be by my side for a long time. But now I can barely think about them without feeling sick or nauseated.

Thankfully, everyone who’s heard this story or looked at the messages has told me I was not in the wrong, even though I apologized for whatever it was I did wrong. I even asked for an apology from them, yet they never gave me one. Instead, “ I believe I was rightfully upset.” And I still can’t figure out why.

It’s been eating me alive, because no one was as close to me as they were. And it hurts because the worst part is that I still want to be close to them despite my head screaming at me to figure this out and distance myself.

This has been a long post and I got a lot off my chest. I don’t think anyone’s going to read this pile of text but it you do, thank you. A lot of the details of this story are very personal so I’m sorry if it was vague, but this is a very real occurrence and a very upsetting one for me so I wanted to keep it as anonymous as possible. Again, thank you if you read this far. I hope that in the future, you won’t have to feel this level of betrayal and heartbreak, because having someone you trust so deeply do something so out of character hurts.

May your trust never be broken.

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So earlier today I called my older brother “McPapa”.

Context:

His cat is named Nugget, and the entire family loves calling him variations of Nugget, such as “McNugget”. My mom, in addition to this, loves referring to my brother as “Nuggets Father”, to which I sometimes call him “papa”.

While my brother was at work today, I noticed he was going to be home soon. I meant to say, “McNugget, Papa’s coming home soon”, but because I have a brain, I said this instead:

“McPapa’s coming ho-“

As I wondered wtf I just said, my little brother who was in the kitchen, started laughing so hard he fell on the floor. And then I started laughing too.

McPapa is now one of our favorite inside jokes.